Today, 19 years ago, Peter and I hooked up. After weeks of writing letters, phonecalls and coffee dates, Peter kissed me when I got on the train and right after that, the doors closed and the train took off. No cell-phones back then so I had a very exciting train ride jumping up and down in my seat and in the evening I hurried back to his house and we kissed. And kissed some more. And maybe even some more.
It's been some years that I shared this day with you guys, normally we're in France around this time. So I'm happy to dedicate this post to the best man in the world! Peter, let's add another 19 years. Or even more!