My first wedding anniversary is rapidly approaching and I’m starting to feel nostalgic. I still haven’t made an album of our wedding photos. It’s crazy that nearly a full year has already flown by. In the coming weeks I have plans to share some of our wedding photos with all of you, mostly to give me a chance to revisit The Best Day Ever.
Yesterday marked seven years. Seven years ago, I met my husband for the first time. I never would have guessed that the year my best friend got married would be the year I would meet the one I would marry. I certainly wouldn’t have guessed how he would appear in my life.
The story of how we met is a favorite of many of my friends. I love that our closest friends enjoy the story as much as we do.
We met in Key West, Florida. A sunny locale with stretches of sandy white beaches, bikinis and bicycles. I was there at my best friend’s bachelorette party and Matt was there with a group of friends. Surely when you think Bachelorette Party you think drunken debauchery and too much fun to remember what happened (I know I do). On the contrary, this was not that kind of party. We were aiming for sunny, mellow, cocktail in your hand, wind in your hair and beach cruisers with baskets. I’m happy to say we achieved all of that. It was a stellar bachelorette party.
The night before my future husband and I actually met, my girlfriends and I were at a one of Key West’s most legendary bars: Sloppy Joe’s. …