365 Days Later

So. One year ago today, Marcus officially asked me to be his girlfriend. Over burnt spaghetti that he’d been working on for two hours, sweating through his shirt because he was so nervous. I said yes before he finished asking because watching him stumble through that speech was both adorable and painful.

365 Days Later

Today we’re celebrating our anniversary a little differently. There’s a tiny human growing inside me, which honestly still feels surreal most days. Marcus still can’t cook - tonight’s attempt at romantic dinner involved smoke alarms and a very patient neighbor who came to check on us. But he’s gotten better at the important stuff. Like holding my hair when morning sickness hits at 2 PM (why do they call it MORNING sickness?), and pretending my weird pregnancy cravings make total sense.

Some things never change though. He still draws on napkins when he’s thinking. He still makes terrible puns that somehow make me laugh. And he still looks at me like he can’t believe I picked him. The feeling’s mutual, by the way. Happy Valentine’s Day to us.