A love story: Our third anniversary

I was eager to post this while I was planning our anniversary celebration, but couldn’t because it was going to be a surprise. The 16th of October is the day when we “found” each other for the first time. The first few months of our relationship was a blur. A blur of butterflies, complete neglect of anything outside our love bubble and getting to know each other. We didn’t decide to “be together” or “go steady” straight away – I took time to really be sure and sort some stuff out before I allowed myself to fall head over heels and commit. And once we got to a point where we wanted to celebrate that special day, we had forgotten when it was. Well, truth be told, H had forgotten. He was a hundred per cent sure that it had been in November. I tried to argue, but gave up – I supposed he was right if he was so sure. So we celebrated every month after that, not knowing we celebrated a month too late. Then, one day, I remembered that I had done a blog post right before I went to meet him back then. I checked the date and I was right: it was on the 16h of October. So after I was done with all my “told you so’s”, we laughed about it and sort of forgot. After all, we celebrate each other much more often than once a year so it really wasn’t much of an issue. We decided we’d just celebrate once we got married.

When I say “we celebrate each other” I mostly mean that H does. He spontaneously brings me flowers, buys me pretty lingerie, gives me wonderfully considerate gifts and not a single day goes by when he doesn’t tell me how much he loves me. I, of course, try to be as good to him (buy little gifts, surprise him, cook his favorite meals etc.) but I always feel I never do as much as he does. He’s just that wonderful to me.

So since I knew that he wouldn’t remember (what’s there to remember if we’ve sort of decided we don’t celebrate?), I had the perfect opportunity to surprise his socks off. I got gifts for both him (a super-soft knitted tube scarf, he’s been going on and on about all his scarves having vanished into thin air) and myself (well, the gift I got for him to have something to give me was really meant for him, if you know what I mean), wrapped and hid them well. I bought a variety of delicious snacks, two bottles of sparkling wine and dragged it all home without him noticing a thing. I had such a hard time keeping everything a secret but I managed! He was completely clueless. He went to put the little lady to bed and by the time he came back downstairs, I had lit a bunch of candles, served all the food, crushed ice to keep the bubbly cold etc. He was surprised, felt a little guilty for forgetting (I was so happy he was completely clueless), but also really-really excited. It was wonderful to see that he truly felt the love and how much I appreciate him.
Toast Skagen It wasn’t that much of an effort (just a lot of evil masterplanning and hiding stuff), but we had a lovely time together and woke up in the morning even happier than before. 🙂