13 Years Since Our First Dance

Yesterday was the 13th anniversary of the day Andrew and I became a couple.

It was a Friday night. We went to a church dance for single adults. I called his roommate to make sure he would be there that night. Then I got all fancied up, and headed to the dance with my brother. When Andrew got to the dance, I pretended I just barely remembered his name. Which went way over his head...and we talked for a while before he asked me to dance. We danced the rest of the night together. How could he resist? The fix was in! After the dance, I invited Andrew back to my apartment to play Skip-bo. My brother said he would meet us at the apartment. He wisely hung out with some friends before coming home. We played Skip-bo, Andrew told me very sweetly, that I was cute. I was glad he noticed. Then we stayed up all night talking. It was so fun!

The next day, I had to go to Houston to help my mom with some things, and I knew I would be trashed from staying up all night. Andrew offered to drive. Now it was my turn to not be able to resist! We enjoyed the weekend with my mom.

At one point we went to get some dinner with my mom. While he went in ahead of us, my mom tells me that she thinks this boy is head over heels for me. I was not convinced. We enjoyed our drive back to Dallas. On this drive, he told me that he would be referring to me as his girlfriend. I had no problem with that.

I love our whirlwind relationship. It was such a fun and confusing time. Who falls in love in a weekend? I guess we did.