Thursday, March 12, 2009

Our park.

Well I suppose it isn't actually OUR park in that we don't own it or any part of it, but it feels like ours. My reasoning behind that statement is that it happens to be the place where Mitch and I first met. We were both dating other people, and we were there with our significant others. I thought he was way cute, but of course I kept my eyes from wandering because I was with someone (who turned out to be no good). And when I re-met that cute boy from the park a few years later, I found out that he was having the same thoughts I was having. So I'm taking that as a sign that it was meant to be. And if those plans for a Rasta wedding in Jamaica fall through, we'd really like to get married in this park. Since it was so beautiful last weekend, we decided to spend some outside. And naturally, this was exactly what we had in mind.

I conquered fallen giants

I looked up through the trees to see the sun shining

I kissed on the cute boy I met in this very park almost 10 years ago.

Then today, I woke up to this

But that's ok. Because I've still got the man of my dreams to make my days sunny, even when it's not sunny at all outside (aaaw).


Brigid said...

Aww! You're so flippin' cute.

byrheea said...

This is soOoOOoo sweet!! Stay blissful guys ^.^