Saturday, January 8, 2011

Day 3: Your First Love


This one was actually hard. I know that I can remember the first person that I *thought* I was in love with. Louis from 7th grade. I was convinced that we would be married and live happily ever after. I distinctly remember having a torrid affair with him at Tiffany Marx's party during a heated game of Spin the Bottle. It was the greatest day of my young life. I ran into him in a TGIFriday's when I was in college. Holy Embarrassing Batman. Yikes. And now, of course- we're Facebook friends. Very odd.

But really- the only person that I have TRULY been in love with is my husband. I knew that he was the one when I realized I finally felt like there was nothing to hide from him and all I had to be was myself. And to me- that is true, true love.

1 comment:

  1. LOL, Louis! Every time I see his name I think about you. Gotta love having a husband that you can be 100% yourself around, in the words of Beyonce, "flaws and all".

    Love ya!