Journal entry from April 13, 1991:
"We danced together ALL night. [This isn't exactly true. I remember specifically dancing with Maury and Vinny that night, as well. But apparently they didn't count.] I had a simply wonderful time. I can't believe that it's over. Sometimes I just wish that I could read guys' minds just to find out how they interpret a situation."
We did dance together quite a bit that night. It was a ballroom dance. So everything was waltzes and foxtrots and cha-chas and polkas. There was one particular time as Todd and I were galloping around the room, he stopped and picked up a couple of daffodils from off of one of the tables and handed them to me. Not only did I totally melt inside, but I took them home and dried them. I kept them inside my curio cabinet with all of my precious music boxes until the summer of 1994. I was packing my room up so my family could move to Wyoming, and I found the flowers tucked behind a music box on the top shelf. I decided that I had been ridiculous and silly at age 15, and who needed old dried flowers from that silly Todd Smith anyway? (By age 18, I was sooo over him.) ;)
I totally wish I'd kept the flowers.