Tonight for date night, A. and I went back to camp. The very same place where we first met. (You can read the full story here.) It was family night at the camp, a time where children show their parents the camp, meet the counsellors and an overall good time. Since A. and I are still close with the director, we often come up to show our support (and see some old friends). Tonight, I looked at the camp with different eyes. I saw my past with A. I am not even going to discuss how difficult it is to be surrounded by happy families and children, just know that it was and I am proud for surviving without tears.
A. and I sat on this rooftop and had our first one-on-one conversation. He asked me if I was seeing anybody.
This is the fire pit where A. sang and played his guitar. I didn't realize at the time that in a few hours, we would be kissing.
This is the pool where it all began.
I realized tonight that A. and I are very lucky. We have survived a lot and we are stronger for it. I know that whatever happens with our journey to becoming parents that we will be ok. It was a great date night.
And no trip to camp would be complete without a Dairy Queen! Some traditions are too good to break.