There are many “firsts” in relationships.

There is the first date, which is sometimes followed by a first kiss. There is a first fight. There is the first dinner with the other’s parents. There is the first anniversary. There is the first time you move in together.

However, I have always maintained that a relationship isn’t really solidified until you’ve reached that one special “first”: the first time that–together–you stay up until 2:00am chasing a bat out of your house using brooms, Rubbermaid containers, and an air compressor.

Now that’s true love.