Tomorrow will be eleven years since the first date with my husband — a hurried “want to meet at a Dunkin’ Donuts?” that changed my life. I have wanted to recreate it, well, not recreate, but re-do it, without luck. Yet yesterday he said that we should go to a coffee shop … but we can’t. =( Not to sit and talk until we get thrown out, which is what happened to us. The staff had put up all the other chairs and cleaned the floor around us without us noticing. =)

That we are together is a miracle, for I ran away from him more often than I care to admit. Over + over. So glad I didn’t truly run away.