Once Upon a Time...

there were two young people in love that got a little too close to some wet cement.

Saturday's ballroom competition was held very close to where we had scratched our initials into the bottom of a light-post over 14 years ago. Thank goodness for Paul. I would never have remembered where we had been.

The school has grown a lot and even changed it's name since then. We weren't sure if it would still be around, but it was. Andrew was the one that actually saw it first. It was such a fun memory to revisit but part of me, the adult part, feels bad for doing it. The romantic part of me still thinks it was a cute thing to do. Don't judge.