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It’s been two years since St. Patrick’s Day

So, guess what everyone? It’s St. Patrick’s Day, and since that is a holiday of sorts, odds are that Amy and I are celebrating an anniversary of some sort. Holiday’s are sort of a magnet for our special events. We got married on the 4th of July, engaged during Memorial Day weekend, and you could say we had our first date on St. Patrick’s Day exactly 2 years ago. That last bit was qualified a little because we have several first dates depending on how you define things.

We first went out to eat together a week or two earlier with her sister and niece. She had come to the Henegar Center Variety Show in which I was performing a Jekyll & Hyde song. A big group of people were going out as a group, but the chosen location ended up being too loud and smoky to have a 5 year old there, so we branched off from the main group.

The first time we met up to specifically hang out by ourselves was the day after St. Pat’s Day. She drove down to Melbourne and we took an extremely long and cliche walk on the beach at sunset/ in the moonlight. It wasn’t suppose to be that long, but somehow we ended up a couple of miles down the beach before we realized it, and the sun sort of snuck behind the horizon. It got very cold, very fast, but we eventually made it back with only a pulled calf muscle and an laser pointer attack. This is what we officially consider to be our first date, mostly because it is what I eventually based my proposal on, minus the pulled muscle and laser pointer.

The events of St. Patrick’s Day came about rather easily. A bunch of Henegar people were going to the Melbourne St. Patrick’s Day parade and I took it upon myself to invite Amy. That 5 minute conversation ended up being a couple hours long, at which point her sister suggested I just come to their house to hang out. I, of course, did so and the conversation ended up lasting another several hours before I sleepily drove home around 3AM. The next day, after the parade, Amy was going to a Relay for Life event, which I tagged along for. This resulted in me meeting not only her entire family, but most of her co-workers, and her entire elementary school class. With all the awkwardness that goes along with that over, we went back to Melbourne for the block party. We talked through most of that party too, in complete disregard for the fact that we had already spent 14 straight hours together. It was at the end of that, despite the lies that Amy might try to convince you are true, SHE kissed ME. (Aside to Amy: You see? It’s on the internet. I must be true, since the internet never lies.)

Zoom forward two years. We’ve been married for seven great months, and looking forward to many, many more. I love you, Amy.