The best two years

Two years ago today, a young man who had just returned from a mission in the land of Scots, stood on the steps of the Museum of Art History anxiously waiting for a girl. It was an open house at the museum and it's affiliates and he had somehow convinced the girl he was the right one to join her on the free entry tour.
The girl also stood on the steps, wondering if she would even recognize the young lad. After a few long minutes and awkward, intense stares at some innocent white ~5'7" males, the girl sighed. And then.... there he was. Like he hadn't left at all. There was a short, but sincere hug and then the tour of at least three museums began. You will forgive me if I can't tell you a thing they saw, but I could tell you about everything they talked about. Laughing and enjoying each other's company.

Two years later... a missionary in sacrament meeting talks about how every two years of your life should be better than the last. The boy gets up and says: the last two years HAVE been the best of my life.

Where was your first date??