This past Saturday was our two-weekiversary. We spent it at another wedding, one of husband's professors. So, we ended up seeing a bunch of other people in the department who also went to our wedding, still giving glowing reviews on how "wonderful" and "beautiful" everything was.
This coming Sunday is our engageiversary. June 7 last year is when husband proposed to me. Good Lord. We were engaged for 11 months before we got married and dated 8 months before we got engaged. Say what you will. When it's right, it's right.
We've already celebrated our first -versary, which was our coffeedateiversary. That's October 21, the first time we ever spent time together. We went back to the same coffee shop, and it was probably the most beautiful, sweetest milestone I've ever celebrated.
The only -versary we haven't officially celebrated is our kissiversary. Yes, I remember the exact date of the first time we ever smooched. But some things must remain secret and sacred. Plus, I don't want anyone to judge the time span between it and the initial coffeedateiversary. Some people might think it's too long and some people might think it's too short and I'm just going to leave it to the imagination.
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Oh, snap, just realized I gave out enough info to calculate an approximate date for the kissiversary. If anyone were that interested and diligent. LOL.
(You're married now so it really doesn't matter.) It's now just interesting to two people in the world. :-)
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