Yesterday was my "pseudo"versary. Its like my anniversary, but The Boyfriend and I got off to an awkward dating start, so we really dont know what our technical anniversary is. Not that it matters, I think anniversaries are really worth celebrating when you are married, and his past girlfriends always made a HUGE deal about remembering the dates of everything, so I always just never really planned on making a big deal out of it.
So last night I come home from work to this
yep, he is wearing my rooster apron
I cant forget to mention that he even FOLDED the paper napkins
He doesn't cook, he grills. So to come home to him cooking me spicy meatballs FROM SCRATCH, and making spicy tomato sauce FROM SCRATCH, and pasta and garlic bread and my favorite champagne? Its pretty monumental.
I walked in with nothing.