I usually publish this post around our anniversary in late September, but I’m extra behind in blogging. I’m only going to bother catching up with the ones I want to, and this is among them. I figure it being Valentine’s weekend, this is an appropriate time to post it.
I steal hats, Jake photobombs.
Our anniversary dinner, at a very atmospheric fondue place. Decadent, plus it looks like we could be in Crimson Peak. Except we’re too happy. No one is happy in Crimson Peak.
September was six years for us. I love this guy. I find his vision, his work ethic, his passion utterly inspiring, it always makes me want to work harder for what I want. I’m so grateful that he makes coffee for me every morning (It tastes better when he makes it. I don’t even care if that’s psychological, my taste buds recognize it as truth), and that he washes the majority of the dishes (I chip in every now and again). I’m happy to put his needs before my own when his thing is more important, and happy that he’ll put my needs before his own when my thing is more important. I hope that we continue to tackle the hard stuff together. Everything that is fun in life is more fun when I’m sharing it with him.
Six years down, a lifetime to go. Cheers, Jake!
*not a typo.