A little over four years ago I started dating this guy.
He'd been pursuing me for a while and I finally caved and went out with him. I proceeded to have the best first date of my life (minus the part when I thought I was being kidnapped. That's a story for another day).
A few weeks later he came over to my house for Thanksgiving and I cooked my first Thanksgiving dinner for my family. This included my first Turkey.
After dinner that guy was cleaning up (man... love it) and he looked at me and said "I saved the wishbone from the first turkey you ever cooked."
It was that moment that my heart officially became his. All I could think was "I'm in trouble."
My heart has been his since that day.
This is that wishbone.
My mom covered it with silver for us. It was originally supposed to be a Christmas ornament but I realized that I wanted it out year round.
I finally got it in a shadow box today. It is my daily reminder of that first dizzy fall into love with an amazing man. My husband.
I am one lucky girl.
