Twenty - Four Seasons
It was my 18th birthday.
We had just started going out. We were sitting in his white van [yes, it mimicked the kind soccer moms would drive around in] after watching a marvel movie.
He pulled out a small gift bag and gave it to me.
I opened it and lo and behold:
a nicely folded pair of lime green fuzzy socks.
And there I sat, thinking it was a gag gift for the real thing.
Boy, was I wrong.
That was me.
Who knew we would surpass that moment, his white soccer mom van and still find him nothing short of incredible 24 seasons later.
In hindsight, I wouldn't have wanted any first gift, ever.