We had our first date seven years ago this week. We first met on Father's Day in his parents' backyard. We were set up by our mothers - a Cuban woman (mine) and a Jewish woman (his) - they really wanted us to meet. Of course we were both extremely hesitant because our moms were already dear friends, and to be honest I think that both of us were really uninterested in being set up by our mothers. To make a very long story short, we met and we've been together ever since.
Even before she really insisted on me meeting my husband ("if it doesn't work out, you might make a new friend"...followed by "I have plenty of friends, mom"), I have always valued my mother's opinion and since she was instrumental in helping me to meet the most important person in my life, I can honestly say that although I seldom want to admit it, she is usually right.
We now have our very own backyard and it's no surprise to him or to me that I want to constantly document it in photos. When we first set foot in this backyard I had a flash-forward to our entire lives...I saw us there forever. I still do. Forever.