I interrupt the scheduled program of wedding post (yeah yeah yeah, it's coming!) to tell you about yesterday.
My grandparents are quite old, and are getting more and more senile and lunatic-y. But a few years ago, I asked my grandma how she met my grandfather - what were those first dates like? And instead, she told me how my grant aunt met her husband. Hm, awkward. She couldn't remember. And I never want to forget how I met Inspector.
Yesterday was Inspector Climate and my third year anniversary, which seems like shockingly short amount of time to a. be together and b. be together and have had two weddings. Three weeks ago, at our wedding, people kept asking us which wedding anniversary we were going to celebrate, my answer is: both!
While technically, our wedding was September 2012 and we got married in November 2011, how could we possible celebrate our wedding anniversary in September when we had already been married for nearly a year?
Likewise, how could skip the day that we spent celebrating our love with our family?
So what the hell are we celebrating in October? Well, that you see is a celebration of our first kiss. It was our third date. We'd already spent hours together watching 500 Days of Summer and wandering the streets of Melbourne on date one. On date two, we went up to the Eureka tower and saw the skyline of Melbourne at night.
But date three, oh date three. I had invited Inspector Climate to my apartment for dinner where I made a gluten free quiche and we kissed for the first time.
And so, when October rolls around, I can't help but remember what I wore on the first date (green fleece skirt, white long sleeve shirt, tights and knee high boots), and where we walked and how I felt when he smiled at me. I can't help but remember how excited and nervous I was for date two - and how tired. Oh how tired I was after waking up at 5 am to bake a cheese cake!
Then of course there was date three.
So, on the anniversary of that kiss Inspector Climate and I do two things we eat gluten free quiche and watch 500 Days of Summer to remember those early dates, because I never want to forget them.