Well dear friends, this one was super important. This anniversary marked 8 years of Becky and Marc. It's the number of years we'll have been dating when we get married, in the year we're getting married, at the ages we'll be when we take the plunge. For serious- our anniversary is Marc's birthday. 8 years since the night I hung back at his house after his Superbowl/18th Birthday basement party, waiting for Matt Toia's mom to pick him up so Marc could "officially" ask me to be his girlfriend, per my request.
We've been through it all together- and we've stayed together when we were apart. We knew very early on that we were right for each other- although we have different memories about how we first said the L word. We drove across Pennsylvania twice a moth through college, and we drove across the country twice for Law School/acting dreams. We've been there for each other in happy times and terribly sad confusing times. I know what it means for someone to be my "other half."
But anyway, back to my lame excuses for not writing this week: Tuesday was LOST, and Wednesday was Marc's bday/our anniversary (dinner at BareBurger, where else?) and last night, I had to hit the gym/buy envelopes for save the dates/ talk to the future MIL about guest list. ::phew!:: In my free time, I've been obsessively researching honeymoon resorts (Katrina, my personal Greek Goddess, I may need your assistance with this one).
Coming soon: More about our story (gross, I know but I'm nostalgic now and it's pertinent to the engagement story), the beginning of my adventures in letterpress/wedding stationery, and a possibly multi-part recap of venue hunting.