One Year Down …. Sixty to Go

As I’ve mentioned a thousand times before, our 1 year anniversary was on the 15th.

There’s not that much to blog about, since uncharacteristically, I was happy, easy going and I didn’t fight, cry or pout once during our three-day, middle of the week holiday.

I really did feel like this anniversary was a bigger deal to me then any other holiday. Because this is the most serious relationship I’ve ever been in, it’s the first time living with someone, it’s the longest and healthiest lesbian relationship I’ve ever had and I’m happy! Wow, talk about a reason to celebrate.

I was also a little giddy at the anticipation of the presents .

I had been *hinting* rather blatantly for the last month or so that I desperately needed an iPod touch. I told her how much it would change my life, how happy it would make me and how much more I would get done with this little, magic gadget in my palm. Why all the hyperbole?

Oh no my friend, for once I was not being hyperbolic. One of my little quirks is that I have  OCD when it comes to making lists, agendas, itineraries and lists about lists that I have yet to make. My mind is always whirling around a million different tiny details about superfluous things and if I don’t get them out of my head and down on paper or a PDA, I feel like I’m going crazy!

I have spent thousands of dollars on notebooks, journals, PDA’s, old fashioned planners and never found the right fit. I literally could go on about this topic for way longer then you would ever want to hear about it. So I’ll stop here and just say that since Remi lives with me, she knows this part of me all too well. So when the idea of the iPod touch came up, we both realized this could be the answer to my over-active brain. At least somewhat.

So as the days ticked on, I hinted and Remi pretended to ignore, not get it or not care about my not-so-subtle urgings. Until one evening we had Taco Tuesday with my bff Maggie and her one-and-only Drea. We were a week away from the big day and of course had to tell them what we had gotten the other.

Knowing that Maggie knew what I was getting made the waiting that much harder and try as I might to persuade her, she hung in there and wouldn’t tell me a thing.:(  In fact, in response to my emotional blackmail attempt at getting her to spill the beans, she said, “Oh you’re good. But I’m not some broad you’re dating and that shit won’t work on me!”

Fast forward to our big day … and Remi walks into the room with two glasses of wine and an ice cream sandwich (my weakness). After an appropriately mushy toast she told me my present was still at the Apple store and we would have to go get it together. Yay!!!! My iPod touch was just waiting for me to come and get her!

My present to her wasn’t nearly as extravagant, but it did illicit an emotional response that had us both in tears by the time she was done looking at it. I had a photo book made up of our entire first year together. I don’t mean a regular photo album, but an actual book, like a coffee table book. Complete with mushy texts she had saved on her phone all this time and promises of things to come and my favorite essay from Kahlil Gibran.  It turned out better then I had expected!

So with me covering the sentimental side of things and her, covering the expensive side of things, we had an amazingly perfect anniversary.

Until I asked her if she thought we would ever get married ….

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