Three-month Anniversary

It's been three short months since the vivacious Vivian Taber and I have been a couple, and those of you who know her best understand just how lucky I am. She's a special lady, even without the sticker, and the short time we've spent together has produced enough memories to knock Grizzabella off the Heaviside Layer:

• Red arrows that I ignored.
• A quick change of clothes at a yield sign.
• Cold bags of Panera bread
• Hot mugs of Swiss Miss.
• Taco parties and snowballs that stick to the wall.
• A very handy umbrella at Hummel park.
  
• Losing contacts on the carpet.
• Balboa on an icy rooftop.
• Lindy Hop in a cow pasture.
• Swinging on a lamppost in Dundee. Dancing on a snowy street.
• Piggyback rides.
• Shrimp alfredo. Meatloaf. A giant chef salad.
• Cooking together. Dining by candlelight.
• Running to meet her at the airport.
• Tea and crumpets and hotcross buns, HP sauce and digestive biscuits.
• Making the stars come out while cuddling in an open field.
• The blue book I keep by my bedside.
• The wonderful smell of peony.
• An angel's voice singing God's praises at Terra Nova.
• How a certain theme song will never sound the same again.

And do you know what's amazing? The best is yet to come. Happy Anniversary, Viv!