February 14, 1996
Writing a date down on the top of my journal page has never, ever meant so much to me. I feel like today was the climax to all of my life so far and the beginning of all of it yet to come.
Michael picked me up at noon and bought me lunch…
I knew this month with the precious calendar picture held something beautiful for me. But it all seems too good to be true.
I love you, Michael. Thank you for our first date on the best day of my life. Thank you for the best life, every single day.