If Tina and I seemed a little distracted lately, it’s because this week we celebrated our third anniversary as a couple. We’ve come a long way from that first date at the drive-in, where we went to go see Disturbia (which Tina thought was a touching father-son drama about overcoming loss, instead of… what it was) and that one where Nicholas Cage can see into the future so he has to fight a nuclear bomb.
I didn’t know it at the time, but that night showed me everything I needed to know about Tina: her sense of humor; her never-ending appetite for adventure; her unerring ability to find the most appalling movies, the most expensive items in any place that sells things, and the scariest restaurants in a metropolitan area. I am quietly grateful that I didn’t manage to screw up that first date, because ever since then, I can safely say that I have never lived more challenging, fun and interesting days. I have her to thank for each and every one of them.
So I had to get a little creative when I brought home a bouquet for her:
Lovely, don’t you agree? A beautiful combination of colors and aromas to dazzle the senses, I rather think! And unlike other arrangements, this one is incredibly unlikely to get thrown away after being forgotten on a table for a week.
But, naturally, she had already out-flanked me:
As if I didn’t have enough reasons already to adore her, she gives me a slab of beef large enough for a small civilization to flourish on. Do you people see what I’m up against? I hardly know why I try to compete.
So let me simply say happy anniversary to the woman who started off as my long-unfulfilled crush, who became my girlfriend and then my best friend, who has shared with me adventures to everywhere from Argyle, Ontario to Paris, France. As those of you who know her can attest, there is simply no-one like Tina — and I love her unabashedly.
Here’s to the three years that brought us from flirting to dating, from sleeping over to moving in, from boyfriend/girlfriend to fiance/fiancee. I can hardly wait to see what comes next.
I mean, after the cocktail bouquet. That’s DEFINITELY next.