My husband and I are so cute (cue vomit now). We don't just celebrate our wedding anniversary. We also celebrate our first date. Really. I don't know why we still do, but we do and it is a good excuse to go out on a date, so why not? The funny thing is that now, eleven years later, we can't remember what actually happened on that date. In fact, we can't remember whether we're celebrating our first date -- to a college football game -- or the night we held hands while watching Henry V and grossed out all my friends -- or the night we walked out to Green's View and we smooched for the first time.

Despite not knowing exactly what we're celebrating, we celebrate anyway.

On Friday night, we went to Cafe Margot -- or Margot Cafe -- and ate, talked and enjoyed a chance to talk without stopping arguments, discussing Legos or feeding Cheerios to the little one. The restaurant is a very good one and definitely one I'd like to go to again. The meals are very good -- I had salmon and Justin had pork tenderloin and the desserts are delicious and all made in house. That's my kind of restaurant.

Happy eleven years since we started dating, or something, my love. Here's to many more.

And if you want to see what we used to look like -- a few months after we started dating -- look in the extended entry.