HELLO!! I have (with the help of a super awesome friend) put together a Recipe Exchange blog. If you want, grab a button to put on YOUR blog! If you would like to be a part of the group, leave a comment with your email and I'll add you in. It will be so much more fun if we have a LOT of people. That way, there will be LOTS more recipes going in and out. Check it out, and join the fun!
http://friendlyrecipexchange.blogspot.com/
Also, here's our family Easter pic :)
I don't know why, but I've been reminiscing on our first date. Let me tell you about it :) Actually, now that I think of it, maybe it wasn't our FIRST date... but one of THE first ones. Who knows? Anyway, the moment that sticks out to me is this. We went to Sunset Park pretty late and parked by this grassy area to sit outside and talk. Seriously, we just talked... lame. So all of the sudden, the sprinklers turned on. I scream and run away. George runs too, looks at me then runs back. He calls for me to come. Now at this point I am thinking, "Maybe if I go out there he'll think I'm so amazing and hold my hand! Or better yet, KISS ME!". So I book it over to him. He catches me in his arms and swings me around in the water. We run together like little kids. Anyone that saw us probably thought we were high or something. After running around like crazies for a minute, we walk down some grassy hills and talk. Here's where "Forward Becca" comes in. I grab his hand as we're walking.... wait for it... and he lets go. OUCH.
That's all I remember. Obviously he warmed up to human contact. But it was months before we held hands or kissed. He just wanted to be sure I was someone he cared deeply about. He didn't want to get all involved and then realize later that he didn't really care for me as much as his hormones did. I respected him more for that than many things while we were dating. He is so careful. People's feelings mean the world to him. I remember after we had taken a break from dating for a couple months and I was at his house just talking and he kissed me. It was perfect. Right then and there I became the last girl he'll ever kiss.
Sorry to get all mushy. Ashley Bryan inspired me, so did Lindsay Miranda. It's their anniversaries this weekend. Ashley wrote a sweet memoir to her hubby and Lindsay's husband, Lewis, left a sweet note on her Facebook.
I love George.
Being in love rocks.
