Anniversary Adventure

Last Friday, Curly and I celebrated our first anniversary.

 

  

The day, in and of itself, was beautiful. We’ve had such gloomy weather recently, but that day was sunny and crisp.

We decided to venture off to the big city of Birmingham, for some excitement and a “cool kid” urban environment (my personal favorite).

First to Forever 21, for an irresistible sale, and because Curly loves me.

Next, the Cheesecake Factory, where I actually succeeded in keeping my sugar cleanse diet requirements. Of course, I got a piece of cheesecake to take home and freeze. Oh! And I was able to try ratatouille, which was actually a bucket list item for me– so that rocked.

Afterward, we went to The Summit. Hit up Urban Outfitters and Trader Joes.

// I find Urban Outfitters so inspiring because of their on point aesthetics, and simplistic nature. Most of the decor, I’d personally just try my hands at making, so it’s great for new ideas.

Off we went to Tandys Leather, to learn a bit about some materials needed for a few upcoming projects. 😉

Then, back to Trader Joe’s, because I’d seriously regretted not buying a bouquet of their beautiful fresh flowers. And Curly really loves me. . 

 

Heading towards home, we passed the Vulcan View entrance, and decided to give it a shot. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. It was right at golden hour, so I was really pleased by the photos we got.

The city is so large and breath taking, not to mention, days with him are just beautiful no matter the location.

  
Finally, off to Seeds Coffee Shop to finish off the night with caffeine, Trader Joes dark chocolate, and some writing. . Or so I thought—

Today marks one year. 

One year, since vowing to love you unconditionally. One year since my lips touched another’s for the first time. One year since your voice echoed that new, and instantly valued melody, which bared your soul in lyrics– the song you now repeat anytime I’m scared or out of sorts. .

// at that moment, I look up from my notebook and the hopeless romantic gibberish I was writing, trying desperately to capture my joy and overwhelming emotions. My eyes caught his and I knew something was up. (He hadn’t left to learn latte art from the barista, like I was led to believe)

“Happy Anniversary” he said timidly. I knew he was nervous, but wasn’t sure why, until I recognized the the voice singing on the coffee shop’s loud speakers. Although, this was not the song I had previously been rambling about. This was new. Softer. And spoke of our little baby.

Come to find out, Curly had previously recorded a new song he wrote for my anniversary present, got the Seeds manager to let him play it for me, AND got both of his songs put on vinyl for me to have.

He. Is. Perfect.

I know you’re itching to hear it, but I’m only releasing 15 seconds worth.

We finished the day with an episode of Bones and some sweets.

So, I’d say the day was beyond successful. Here is to the next hundred years with my beloved.

Love,

a dreamer.