Nic and I are celebrating seven years today! Seven years ago I was getting prepped by my sorority roommates for our first date. My outfit was pieced together from three different wardrobes, my makeup handled by two people far more skilled than I, and first date instruction that basically culminated with the standard “be yourself, but not so much yourself” line. And then we did some dancing around the room and singing (a la Meredith and Cristina except way before they ever did it on Grey’s Anatomy) to make time pass until we heard over the intercom, “Traci Cooper, you have a visitor in the foyer.”
“Visitor” is code in the greek system for BOY. If it had been a girl, or my dad, it would have been GUEST.
I about had a heart attack. My friend Amanda (the Cupid in this story who spent two months setting us up) practically pushed me down the stairs. I’m still grateful for that push. 
Here we are then, in one of our 13 wedding pictures, and now with our chubkin. (Check out my rad sunburn in the wedding shot–that’s what you get for getting married on Day 5 of your Carribean elopement!)
(Lesson I learned when putting this storyboard together–we need better pics of us together! This is the only pic with the both of us for the year!)
Anyway, happy anniversary, Nicolas! Here’s to the next seven!
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