5 years of dating

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My fiance and I have been together for five years now as of today. We’ve learned some about committing yourself to another person and grown as individuals in the process. We’ve also had a lot of fun.

To commemorate the occasion, I thought I would share five ways I show him I love him:

1. Say I love you.
He knows that I love him, but I still remind him every day by just saying so. There are some days that I forget to say so before he goes to work, so I’ll text him “I love you” instead.

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Proposal photos

I’ve been away from this blog for a little bit and I forgot to announce on here that I’m engaged. Yay! My guy proposed when we went on our road trip up to Capitola and Santa Cruz.

We’re planning on getting married next fall. I’ve started planning already.

If you’re reading this, you’ve probably already heard the news because I blasted it on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter a month ago. I hope you don’t get sick of me talking about wedding stuff. I’ll still post baking, cooking, and the occasional fashion post on Modern Notebook. But I’ll also happily share wedding planning updates too.

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It began over drinks

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[Photo credit: A Gentle Woman]

Today’s post is a response for the prompt What Does This Remind You Of #6 , which is a link up over on A Novel Quest.

Paul likes coffee and I like tea.

That’s what this photo reminds me of.

It reminds me of mornings when we would sit on an old wooden bench outside the music building before a class we had together. I would get to school early because my mom would drop me off on her way to work. He would meet me at “our bench” before our 9:15 a.m. class so we could hang out before our one shared college class. This was fall quarter of my fourth year in college and his last quarter as a student.

The bench itself and the people on it remind me of that time, but thinking back, I don’t think we ever had a coffee or tea together those mornings.

It does have me thinking about our first ever date together. We went to Starbucks. He ordered Chai Tea first and I got the same. I thought it was incredibly endearing.

Let’s rewind a little bit. I had kissed him while drunk a few days before. Then we kissed sober the next day. Then we decided to date, but he didn’t specifically ask me out. Everything was happening all out of whack. That’s Saturday night to Monday afternoon for you.

Monday night (or maybe Tuesday) there was an event happening on campus called Pizza with the Presidents. I was at the event for a class and he was there for video coverage for the newspaper. I was interviewing someone after when he texted me and asked if I wanted to hang out. I was so excited that he asked, so of course I said yes.

Talking to him was easy, even though I was nervous. We talked about our families, school and the newspaper, I’m sure. One of the only solid conversations points I remember I that he told me his dad would be joining his band. I thought that was the sweetest thing. He opened the door on the way out and held my hand. I was struck by how nice it felt. I felt both comfortable and excited to be with him.

It’s hard to pin point when Paul and I first started to fall in love, but thinking back, I would have to say it all began over drinks. We broke the ice over alcohol with friends and warmed up to each other while sipping tea in a Starbucks on a winter night just a few days later.