Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Two years ago, the Brit and I met.
In South Africa.
Since then, I've continued to be swept off my feet. Including the presents I woke up to this morning.
Happy two year anniversary my amazing boyfriend.
We have two anniversaries. One for when we met, and another for when we made it official. All the lines are generally blurred as we did long-distance for a year until I moved over here.
It's safe to say we've done a lot together during this time.
Travelled from Italy, to Mexico, to Ireland, to Sweden, to Vietnam, Slovakia, Austria and France together. Saw the World Cup in South Africa together, bought our first home together. Laughed together, cried together, ate Christmas dinners together.
The Brit has been my rock through one of the most changing chapters in my life. And after two years, he still manages to give me butterflies in the pit of my bowels, and make me forget about the spinning world when he kisses me. He makes me laugh until I weep.
I am a very lucky woman.
Tonight we shall drink wine. I think. He's taking me somewhere, but not quite sure just yet.
Sigh. I do love the man. Ever so much.