Day 24: where

Here's the story...the way I tell it.
I was pretty down and out. We've all been there. I was on my own. Elizabeth was a year old. I was waitressing like a dog seven days a week. My best friend, my brother and I headed out one night to hear a good friend play music. I was leaning against a brick pillar listening to the music and noticed the person next to me was wearing the exact same boots. I innocently clicked his heel and said "nice boots." The guy proceeded to chit chat and try to buy me a beer. I don't let guys buy me drinks especially back then when I was in survival mode. I left shortly there after.
A couple of weeks later with out my co-pilots, I headed again to hear some music. I was starting to feel human again after getting out of a pretty bad relationship. I walked in to my favorite haunt and there he was....the guy with the boots again. He hopped up and enthusiastically said hi and proceeded to kiss me on the cheek. I b-lined it to the bathroom and said to myself "great, now you are going to be stuck talking to the old guy all night." After some convincing, I joined him for a drink. Then we ended up in his kitchen...I know! And he said "now can I kiss you?" Then he planted one on me and I was all done. We've been together every day since. After meeting twice I was head over heels. Now this morning as I was asking him when he fell in love with me, his answered differed from mine. He said we did not fall in love with each other at the same time. GULP....I was on pins and needles. He said he fell in love with me the first time we met. Awwwww. Romantic? Maybe not...we met a bar....oh well. It's our story and we're sticking to it.
We were married at the house we first kissed in....the house he grew up in. These photos are courtesy of our very talented friend Andrew Luman. He and his wife were our fabulous wedding photographers.
This is joy of love: day 24