Tuesday, July 01, 2008

in our own backyard

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.


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