It was here,
in THIS very restaurant,
that James and I enjoyed our first date.
A waiter strummed a mandolin and gently serenaded our
first glances across a large steamy margherita pizza.
I twirled my hair flirtatiously as James regaled me with stories
of his mission to Italy and his love for dance.
Ok, ok...maybe there wasn't a serenade...
...and, ok, maybe I wasn't as charming
as the main chick in your average chick-flick.
Though, I dare to say that I had at least a small inkling that
the young man smiling across the table at me had some seriously
impressive markings on my "future someone" checklist.
Yes, I dare say even a small fire was sparked that evening.
Thus, in celebration of our, now, well-kindled flame,
James and I went back to Arella Pizzaria
in celebration of 1 year of dates and happiness and pizza.
Aw, look at 'im.
Still as charming as ever.
Hooray for love & pizza!
Here's to another year of love and dates and serenades and fireworks.
I love you, Jamesy!