You’d think the moment I first saw the woman who would become the love of my life, that the sight of her would be all that I remember. But it’s the memory of the other senses that stay with me.
The taste of the small pool of decent, if unspectacular red wine that was suddenly caught in my mouth.
The smell of the sandalwood and musk candle that the hostess had just stuck under my nose.
The sound of the DJ awkwardly transitioning between songs.
And the feeling of my wife’s hand squeezing mine as she chatted with the hostess.