Today I bring you a flashback.
Let me set the scene: We sat across from each other at a small circular table. Each with a glass of wine in hand, slowly sipping while making friendly conversation. Slyly glancing at one another while getting used to each other.
First dates. Most are awkward. This one was not. But, we were a little shy (give us a break).
Conversation was flowing well, until:
Him: “Well for my birthday, at the end of August…”
Me: (interrupting) “What day?”
Him: “August 31st.”
Me: (very inappropriately) “SHUT. UP!“
After that ridiculous outburst and dragging out my wallet, I shoved my drivers license in his face and said “OMIGOD. WE HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY.”
Almost a year later, here we are (miraculously, after that stunt I pulled). Sharing a birthday, two years apart. I’ve never shared my birthday with anyone I know (except for a former boss). I wasn’t sure how I’d like that… sharing MY day… but it turns out it’s not so bad. Actually, it’s better. I love sharing my birthday with my favorite, my best friend.
Looking forward to celebrating this weekend with our families. For fun, check out this cute little invitation I made for the event. Yep, those are pics of us when we were small.
Happy birthday, honey. Happy birthday to us! May this next year be the best yet.