A proud SoCal native, he bemoaned my NorCal roots for creating the most abhorrent word ever - hella (and it's slightly prudish counterpart hecka). Not only was I guilty of using both but, to add insult to injury, I was a fan of the
Oh, I haven't forgotten.
Me: Hmm... Him: You lost. Get over it.
With my proneness to being mushy in private, blatant displays of colorful behavior, my unabashed girlishness, and the over usage of the word "quaint" he learned to deal with my idiosyncrasies and eventually liked them. I, on the other hand, never fought his love of video games (in fact, I enable it), his affection for jazz, penchant for beans, his pride in being a band nerd, or his love for the Lakers (well that took some time).
For us, this day isn't just about love, it's also about companionship. While it's no longer our main anniversary, this day will always be a little more special and lucky us, not so hard to forget.
My little special arrangement.
More about this picture later.