Eight years ago when my husband and I went on our first date, he gave me a bottle of Basil Hayden bourbon.
For six years between that first date and when we actually started dating officially, I held onto that bottle. I kept it in my suitcase when I traveled for work. I kept it in the back of my closet during the years I was dating my ex.
And then my husband and I started dating for real. And I brought this bottle with me when I moved across the country to be with him. And moved it again when we moved back across the country for work.
Like a crazy person, I saved the last two drinks in an eight year old bottle of bourbon for a special occasion.
As it worked out, that special occasion presented itself nicely. White dress, photographer, and all.

















