Back when Drew and I were first put in touch by our matchmaker friend, Meg, we initially emailed back and forth for a couple of weeks before we were able to meet in person. We covered a lot in those first email exchanges — his love of the Yankees, my love of bike riding (especially along Lake Michigan). We also had some playful debates, including whether or not Drew actually had a dimple. I can’t remember exactly how the debate even started. I think he must have found an old blog post on my now long-defunct first blog, City Wendy in the Windy City, where I mention a love of dimples (especially on guys). He told me he had a dimple, and I think I told him I didn’t believe him. The only photo I’d seen of him was a teeny-tiny profile picture on the ‘about’ page of his now long-defunct website for a side business he once had. But I guess I could tell in that teeny photo that he did not have a dimple. He swore he did, a small one — almost more of a crease, but it was still a dimple, technically.
Then we met in person — eleven years ago today — and I didn’t see it. He’s been trying to convince me since then that it’s there, and in the right light you can see it.
I took this picture of Drew and our sweet girl (and her hat!) last Saturday. It’s one of my favorite pictures ever, of two of my very favorite people. Can’t you tell in this photo how great they both are? See how much love there is? What a good dad he looks to be (he is!). And, oh, there it is — that dimple. More of a crease, really, but, ok, we’ll call it “technically” a dimple. You win, Drew; I concede. Happy 11 years. (And I still think you’re a little bit crazy.).
Happy birthday to my mom, too, who is also one of my favorites. I hope you’re having the best day.
And happy weekend to the rest of you!
P.S. People always ask about that little jumpsuit Joanie’s wearing (it’s her favorite item of clothing, I think). It’s from Old Navy and it’s ten bucks!