The anniversary of the day we met. The day we went to the wine fountain. The day we picnicked in a cave on the side of a mountain. The anniversary of the day we walked 50 kilometers together. The day we only walked 5. The day we met Ramon the chef. The day we met Ernesto the hospitalero. The day we got kicked out of the cathedral when the rooster wouldn't stop crowing. The day we got kicked out of the hostel when we didn't want to get out of bed. The day we had french toast. The day... the day... the day... You get the idea. Every day is worthy of a celebration.
To keep these memories alive we immediately started celebrating. One month ago today we met... Four months ago today we bought rings in Burgos... Eight months ago today we had breakfast in that little place where you had to go down the stairs to get to our table and the waitress dropped an entire tray of food in front of us... A year ago today we met mysterious John from Australia... Thirteen months ago we met those French guys in the Pyrenees who told us we would have to sleep on top of each other to keep warm and we had only known each other for three hours...
And yesterday we celebrated 16 months since we stood up in a little bar, surrounded by friends, and promised to love each other forever.
To honor this special day we got dressed up and went out for dinner.
We don't celebrate every day with gifts and fancy dinners, more often with conversation about our journey or text messages saying "I'm so glad we stayed in that apartment in Espinal 15 months ago." But because we had just taken a week-long road trip with two dogs, his mom, and a dozen crates full of "stuff" (anyone seen the new "Vacation" movie??), we definitely needed to honor one another and our relationship with something special.
In addition to our fancy dinner, in honor of our 16 months of love confession, I gave him a $16 gift card to Starbucks. And he gave me 16 roses.
What I love most about these roses is that he bought a bundle of 24. Scratched out the 24 and wrote in 16. And gave the "extra" 8 roses to random people who were also shopping at Sam's Club. I love this because it is so true to his nature. And one of the reasons I fell in love with him. Because serving is such a natural part of who he is.
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