I’ll never forget one of the first New Year’s Eves my (now) husband and I spent together. He picked me up at the airport around 6:00 and brought me to his place so I could get ready for the nice event we were attending together while he made dinner. Before my trip, I had brought everything I needed over to his place; from the fancy dress, heels, and jewelry to a hairdryer, curling iron, and hairspray. I was returning from my Christmas trip to see my parents and sisters in Belgium, and I knew that I would be getting ready for a night out when it was already the New Year in the time zone I had just left. Meaning… it was going to be a long night. I honestly can’t remember much of the evening overall or who was there other than two of our close friends, but what I do remember was dinner.

Rob had asked me a couple days earlier when we were Skyping if there was anything in particular that I wanted for dinner that night and even though it was days (and miles) away, I knew the answer immediately.  

A salad. I knew that I would be craving a salad.