The boyf made me promise to stay in the bedroom for a while this evening. I knew he was cooking supper.
What I didn’t know is that he’d taken the leaf out of the table to make it just for two, put on a tablecloth and napkins in napkin rings, set the table, put out a single white tapered candle and changed into dress clothes with a tie. :’)
He’s a keeper.
I’ve taken to calling Daren my boyancée, a mixture of boyfriend and fiancée. I think it’s fabulous! Plus if someone thinks I’m calling him my Beyoncé…well…there are FAR worse things one could be called! Amirite?
Tomorrow is my 1 year anniversary with the boyf. Seems impossible…
I have to work for a few hours in the afternoon, but took the evening off. I’m trying to think of a nice place to celebrate this milestone with foodage. :)