The First Meeting

On a June day back in 1999, a recently apartmentless girl went out with a friend to her friend's house to hang out. At that particular house, the girl met a boy and instantly thought he was cute. She tried to impress the boy by sliding a drink glass across the table and promptly spilled the drink all over the boy who laughed and introduced himself as Bryce. And thus, The First Meeting took place.

One day I decided to go for a drive. I hadn't been to the house in many years and was feeling reminiscent. So I drove North for a while and turned on a small, barely used road until I spotted the little stone house. The house used to be slave quaters for another home on the property but now has become a happy little home with a beautiful garden in front. A far cry from the bachelor pad Bryce shared with his friend Trippy back in the day. I am glad to see the house (that is no bigger than a one bedroom apartment on two stories) was still in use and being well cared for. Maybe in another 9 years I will make this drive again with our kids and point out the place where Mommy and Daddy first met.