Today is my anniversary. It has been four years since we sat on the floor with our backs against the bed and he said, "will you be my girlfriend?" and I said, "yes" and he said, "I figured". It has been three years since he made me a necklace out of half of a heart-shaped nut we found on a California sidewalk the month before. He put it around my neck and kissed me and I still wear it on really, really important days when I need something like that. It has been two years since we rented a condo in Irvine for four nights and had our first vacation all our own. It has been one year since we meticulously chose a restaurant for our three year anniversary and ended up eating Ethiopian food and pretending to be cultured and like it.
I don't think he knows what today is, mainly because I just remembered yesterday. He's not good with dates, not like he is with obscure Chappelle quotes and making guacamole (the important things in life, to me). So, just in case, I bought myself some roses, just so I can't say I didn't get any. (Although, if he does remember, my only vase will be in use, and who's the sucker now?) I'm going to wear my new Anthropologie dress (or French Connection, I can't decide) and take him out to dinner. I'll write him a long letter, professing my undying devotion. I am SO going to win this anniversary- he totally won the birthdays.
the new Anthro dress
the French Connection dress
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