I dropped hints galore that I liked him, we went on a few little group outings, and finally 2 real dates. At the end of the last one, he gave me a mix tape. (Oh my gosh how 90's am I!?!?) I was super excited, because I thought (hoped & prayed) that he might be using it to ask me to prom. Well, I got inside, listened to the whole first side (all music) and went to bed. The next day was Sunday, and while getting ready for church I thought I'd listen to the other side, so I flipped it over, and there was Cody's voice, asking if I'd go to prom with him. I screeched and screamed and my family ran in thinking I was dying. Hahaha.
So on March 25th, 1995, Cody and I went to Prom. We spent the morning together rollerblading at the roller rink, and then had dinner at Zanavoo in Logan canyon. My dress was short, navy, flippy and fun. He looked adorable in his tux. I had shiny gloves and wore flats. We danced and danced, went to his house and watched 2 movies. At the end of the night, he kissed me.
And that is why I celebrate my promiversary.