While on my (short) summer break and in-between jobs, I decided to pick up a part-time position as a hostess at my favorite nearby pizza restaurant–which probably sounds like a death wish for someone who is both lactose and gluten intolerant. In truth, this particular restaurant holds a special place in my heart; it’s where my hubby and I had our first date. I can still clearly remember sitting at the bar with him, laughing awkwardly at everything he said and smiling shyly between bites of pizza. I thought then–and I still think now–that my hubby was so cute, sweet, and affable. Now, every time we go to that restaurant I’m reminded of how I began falling in love with my hubby on that first night.
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