July 29th was the two-year anniversary of my first date with Beau. Although our relationship anniversary isn't until October, it's still fun to think back to our first date.
August 4th was the two-year anniversary of my first kiss (and second date) with Beau.
Two weeks ago, I was working all weekend while Beau was at the track (he's really into cars). That Sunday night, Beau stayed with me because he had to work nearby on Monday (the 29th). He took me out to dinner at the hibachi restaurant where we ate on our second date. I thought that was really romantic, especially since I was closing at JCP the next night, so we couldn't really celebrate.
Monday night, we enjoyed an oh-so-romantic dinner in the mall food court. Beau asked me what he could do for me while I worked, and I asked him if he would mind doing all my dishes.
I worked until 10:30pm and arrived home at 11pm, exhausted.
I walked into my apartment and dropped my jaw.
Beau had cleaned the entire apartment. He had washed my dishes and cleaned the kitchen. He had swiffered and vaccuumed the floors. He had organized all my piles of stuff.
In the middle of the freshly-cleared-off table, a bouquet of two dozen pink roses waited for me.
With a funny anniversary card telling me the last two years have been the best of Beau's life.
With a P.S. There's champagne in the fridge.
And just in case I had wanted Sleepytime tea instead of champagne, Beau had heated up my tea kettle as well.
Beau demonstrates his love for me every day, with both grandiose gestures like for our anniversary, and in little ways, like reading my blog.
I'm the luckiest woman in the world.