After a few months of neglecting this blog series, I'm back with the next installment. I got busy redesigning the website, planning bridal shows, and general life stuff and this tale was just shoved to the back burner. As did some of my most recent sessions, which I'll be blogging throughout the month. For now, I thought it'd be nice to pick up where I left off.
Last time, I told you about how my parents gave me permission to start dating my now husband. Well, today I want to talk about that first date.
There are some things that I'll never forget: when I first believed in Jesus, the first time I sung in public and vowed never to do so again, the day I was proven wrong, my first rollercoaster ride. Well, in that list of things to never forget is my first date. I had picked out my outfit a month prior to the event without having any knowledge that my parents would be allowing us to date early. I had been at the mall with some friends and found an outfit that I liked and well, I was just so excited that I would be turning 16 soon that I bought the outfit. So when my parents gave us permission to date and Richie asked me out the following night, it was super convenient that I already had an outfit and didn't have to freak out about what to wear.
He picked me up and we went to an Italian restaurant called Johnny Carino's. It was nice and what you'd expect of a first date. We talked, ate really good lasagna, had some Italian cream soda and even some dessert. It was perfect.
But it got better.
You see, I've always been a big book lover and Richie knew that. I talked about books all the time. I talked about the book I was writing. It was a fantasy novel about dragons and whatnot. Richie knew all about my love for writing and my love for reading. So after we left Johnny Carino's, he took me to Barns & Noble.
There's just something about walking through a book shop that makes me so happy. I still love browsing the bookshelves and adding titles to my ever growing to-read list. Going to a bookshop on your first date? What could be better? The fact that this boy took me to a place that held so much of my interest--that encompassed my dreams--just proved how much he cared about me and paid attention to what was important to me. Is it any wonder we ended up married?
It didn't end there.
The night actually ended at McDonald's. I know what you're thinking, why on earth would you go to McDonald's on a first date? Because this particular McDonald's happened to have a self-playing baby grand piano. Richie took me there so we could share a first dance. Yeah, we slow danced right there in front of everyone ordering their Big Macs and milkshakes. They awed at us and some snickered, but we didn't care.
We left McDonald's and headed back to my house so that he could get me back by my curfew. Before he walked me to the door, he asked permission to kiss me. Such a gentleman. And then, he told me he loved me.
After that, we went inside and told my parents all about our date. I know, we're silly. Looking back, it's funny how this reflects on our personalities and what kind of couple we are. From my pre-planning and excitement to Richie's spontaneity and chivalry, it's 100% us. We're just that sort of way.
In just a few short weeks, we'll be celebrating 10 years of marriage. I can't believe it's been that long. I can't believe it's been almost 13 years since we had this first date. Time flies when you're having fun and we've sure had fun.
Here's a cute picture of us from our first winter formal. Look how little we were!