I didn’t realize it was Sweetest Day on Saturday until I was browsing Facebook while brushing my teeth on Saturday morning. (Yes, I probably have bedhead and a mouth full of minty fresh foam when I like your pictures and statuses.)
Brad and I celebrated Sweetest Day once upon a time… a long time ago. Before we were a couple. Seven years ago we went on our first date on October 4th (set up by my friend). Our third date was on Sweetest Day and we were in that stage of our relationship when you don’t know if you’re a real couple of just kind of going out. Brad gave me a little potted yellow rose plant… which died approximately two weeks later around the time we decided we were a real couple. Aside from saying “Happy Sweetest day, dear” to each other, that was the last time we celebrated Sweetest Day.
Anyway, we spent Saturday with the newlyweds (my friend Natalie and her husband Tyler) helping them paint at their new home. I can tell that they’ll be happy in their house, but I’m sad it’s an hour drive away instead of the five minutes they used to be.