Back To Where We First Met

My darling and I visited San Diego because we were invited to celebrate his cousin's 21st birthday. We decided to stop at Balboa Park along the way for a picnic lunch. This place is rather special to us because 8 years ago, we had our very first date here, and we actually hadn't been back since. As we retraced our steps and went back in time to our first memories together it was nostalgic and also a bit sentimental. My darling even said "If you would have told me 8 years ago, that I would end up marrying the girl I took on a date here, I'd say you were crazy." Eight years ago there weren't any food trucks and there were certainly less people, but this was still the same place we left behind, the one where my Darling yelled at the top of his lungs "I love Michelle!" and the sound reverberated through the arches of the building we walked under, much to my embarrassment; the place where he shared his warm jacket with me as we listened to a live organ performance in the amphitheater; the place where our lives began to intertwine. The rest is history. ^___^