living my very own chick flick

When I was younger, I didn't dream of my wedding, I dreamed of The Man. What would his name be? Had I already met him? Would he be good looking? (As it turns out: Max, No, and Most Definitely).

We've been married for eight years now..... and it all started with a nerdy first impression, a cake fight, and the World War 1 Trenches in France. You can read all about it here and find out why both of our fathers were 12 inches away when we had our very first kiss!!

Thanks to Gwen in Love for featuring our love story!

9 comments:

tgm said...

What a great story!

ClosedOnSunday said...

That's a really cute story!

Sunny said...

Great story! That's my birthday ;)

Ginger Snaps said...

What a sweet story! I couldn't have held out on kissing that love! I love kissing and I'd still be waiting two years later for my man to seal the deal....lol

malia said...

I love the name Max-- it's my son's name. Max's Rock!

Randy et Jan said...

I didn't kiss my husband until we were married! Of course, he wasn't my husband until after we were married! Ha.

Vic said...

it's always fun to read about these stories:) i love them...i started featuring weddings but not too many people were interested...i just love the beauty of it all! here's to many more years for you and your hubby:)

Wahzat Gayle said...

Thanks for popping in by my space.
Loved reading your story wishing you continued happiness and lots of prosperity.
By the by I love that you are a teacher to students with hearing impairments nice.

Maranda said...

Your story is so sweet! I love that you kept the kiss for that day. Not many people have their first kiss photographed like that! Thanks for sharing!

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