Day 3: First Love

The question for day 3 asks who my first love was. That's hard to answer mainly because love has a lot of different operational definitions. However, for the purpose of this question I am going way back to kindergarten. His name was Zach Irby and all I remember was that he had jet black hair, tan skin, and would sometimes wear gold chains to school with his parachute pants. In my little five year old brain, he was perfect. Of course, I am aware now that he was simply my first crush and I have luckily been able to experience the difference between a crush and true love since then. It's also safe to say that when I was growing up I gave my heart away too easily. It doesn't really matter who my first real love was, all that matters is that I am married to my love now! This warrants another picture of my hot husband doing something manly.



I probably won't be keeping up with the challenge over the weekend, but I plan to pick back up on Monday. Have a great weekend every one!