One night I will never forget.
One night that I replay over and over in my head.
One night that I will cherish until the day I die.
The night I met Tony.
He was just one week shy of turning 22. Such a wittle baby.
I was 24. A very proud craddle robber!
There was something different about him.
Quiet. Shy. Tattoos. Motorcycle. Marine.
He gave off a sort of bad boy vibe.
I was completely smitten by him. I still am smitten by him.
Happy Date-iversary Love!!!
look at these babies ;)