It's the simple things in life like when and where.

So I'm opting out of my daily picture and will post two tomorrow. I just am tired and I don't feel like putting my favorite shoes on for a picture. Sometimes I'm lazy.


Anyway, tonight I got on myspace for like the first time in like 45 years and I found this adorable picture.

And let me warn you. I found this picture and felt like putting it on my blog and suddenly it turned into a sappy, love infested post. Oops.

Oh gosh this picture feels SO old. It's from 2008 when Stan (Evan's brother) got married. (And really that was two years ago and I feel like it was like 10 years ago. Crazy.) Evan was the best man and I was his date. Fun fact: I got that dress the day of the wedding at Ross and I have only worn it once. haha It is such a cute dress though, I might have to bust it out again soon. It has pockets and it's purple. So it's basically made for me.

Another fun fact: We weren't dating in this picture. This was at the very beginning of the us-getting-back-together-process. He begged and begged me to go with him but I did not want to go. It was still awkward for me to be around his family (uh, especially at the wedding of my ex-boyfriend's brother?!?) when we weren't dating. I mean, it wasn't really awkward, but it was because I made it awkward. Because I'm awkward.

And so after he begged and pleaded and promised to go shopping with me since I had nothing to wear, I agreed. And I called in sick to work, I mean NO. I most certainly did not. And mom, if you're reading this and didn't already know that......don't judge me. Your son does it every day of his life.

Anyway, I was so glad that I went to the wedding. I wore these adorable yellow wedges with my adorable purple dress and I had so much fun. Evan was soooooo handsome in his black and white pinstriped tux and I was like, "I love this boy." But we weren't dating so I really wasn't saying that out loud yet.

And I remember sitting on Evan's lap, taking a break from getting our groove on because that's what we did, and I said, "Babe, what time is it?" And then I was like "OMG. I just called him babe. We are not dating." Uh I was sitting on his lap, like it freaking mattered. But at that point, I knew things were going to be okay between us. I will never forget that night or that moment. I feel like this day in time was the day I knew we would get back together. That us trying to be "just friends" was over. That we were going to move forward in our relationship. It was a good day. That I never want to forget.

And then I came home and put that picture on myspace with a cryptic message only Evan and I could understand. "Dear Evan, soon. Love, Larissa." Meaning, I'm gonna marry you. Soon.

If I had only known it would be two short SOON years later. =] That break was the best thing that could have ever happened to us. Even if it was one of the hardest things I've ever put myself through.

So Evan, thanks for forcing me to be your date. For dancing with me when we were the only two left on the dance floor. And to "All Summer Long" twice. Thank you for believing in us when no one else did, including me. And for continuously loving me, no matter how hard I tried to push you away. You are the (second, only to my mom) strongest person I know, because you put up with me, when I loved you and when I thought I didn't. I'll never be more thankful for a breakup in my life, because it brought us closer back together. I love you. And your nerdy, WOWing self. <3 xoxo


LC