Mike and I went on our first date. We went to see the band that his brother played in. The date didn't start until 9:00. I had to meet him in his dorm room. When I got there his door was open and he was looking out the window. He was wearing tan pants and a navy blue golf shirt. He doesn't remember this, but he didn't even buy my drink (a wine cooler that the bartender made by mixing wine and 7up--Mike got one too, he paid for his own). At least he drove, and I think he held the door open for me. On the way he told me he was a Yankee fan (and I debated getting out of the car right then...I've been a Red Sox fan since third grade). He didn't care so much that I was a Red Sox fan (the Red Sox weren't much of a threat to the Yankees then), but he wasn't too sure about me when I told him I liked Barry Mannilow. I'm not even sure why I told him that, I do like Barry Mannilow, but of all the musical groups I've ever liked, I'm not sure why he was who I picked to talk about that night. We've come along way!
13 years ago today our first neice, Sarah, was born. She is a teenager today. I was 8 months pregnant with Jonathan when Sarah was born. In 32 days I will be the parent of a teenager!