One year ago this week I started on the greatest story tale romance with the most cliche of cliches - a blind date. It was a little awkward at first, but by the end of the meal we were sharing each other's desserts. That was a huge stretch for us because I don't like caramel pie, and he doesn't like key lime pie. But we began our relationship with the give and take that we treasure so much in each other.
One year ago this week I found out what Mr Lemon's last name was.
One year ago this week he asked me if I'd like to call him sometime. I said, and I quote, "I don't call guys." He scrambled to get a pen to take down my number. And then we spent 2 hours that evening at McDonald's. We closed the place down. Thithy's daughter kept texting me. Brad kept calling him. We ignored them.
One year ago this week we broke all the first date rules by talking about our divorces, talking about our future, our hopes, talking about the families we each dreamed of, talking, talking, talking ...
One year ago this week God made my dreams come true.
I love you, Mr Lemon.
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