And here they are! If I’m in the grey dress, it’s the wedding. Blue sweater, bachelorette party, anything else, 3 year anniversary.
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I probably won’t get to blog tomorrow…because I’m leaving work at noon…to go celebrate my 3-Year Anniversary with Mike! I’m pretty darn excited about it.
For our first anniversary, I was still living in North Carolina and Mike was in Pennsylvania. We met in the middle at Pipestem State Park in West Virginia and we had a blast. We hiked around and stayed in a beautiful lodge, and we truly just enjoyed each other’s company. We took a too long hike and ended up climbing a vertical hill after a bunch of turkeys to get back. That weekend, my chicken was shaped like a heart, too. We watched the sun set and stood on our balcony drinking champagne, and Mike gave me the first (and only) ring he’s ever given me.
I had long, brown hair:
Mike showed me how to scurry climb:
Even the food was lovey:
And my ring:
For our three year anniversary, we are going to a resort in Maryland. I know nothing about it–Mike is planning it solo! So I’m very excited to see what this weekend will bring. 🙂 Maybe a new ring? WINK WINK!
It’s Mike and me! Dressed up for a night on the town. I love him.
And here we are in front of Cleveland Browns Stadium.
So what we did:
Friday, I gave Mike his golf clubs, and then we went out to eat at Applebee’s. Then we rented a movie, and really just enjoyed each other.
Saturday morning, I made him bacon and pancakes and we drank a pot of coffee before heading off to Cleveland. When we got there, we saw an Omnimax movie at the Great Lakes Science Center called Tornado Alley–narrated by none other than BILL PAXTON! You know I love Twister… PS, Omnimax means it’s a movie on a dome ceiling–and it is INTENSE.
Then we checked into our hotel, got all dressed up and went out on the town. We hit up Flannery’s Pub, The Chocolate Bar (WHERE I HAD THE BEST FREAKIN’ MARTINI I HAVE EVER HAD), Fat Fish Blue, and we wandered around Cleveland. It was incredible, just walking through Tower City and the Arcade. We were going to eat at Chinato’s, but we looked at each other, smiled, and went and got pulled pork and cajun chicken. 🙂 Very us. We’ll save Chinato’s for a day when we have nothing to do and we aren’t bursting with love. And below are some of our adventures:
Sunday, my parents came to bring me my retirement folder for work (I gave it to my mother, because somehow, reading it meant giving up my youth…although now I have money going into an IRA…weird.). We went to the mall and just spent time with them. And I walked away from a mighty cute Fossil purse.
I think Mike’s probably annoyed with me telling him how lucky I am to have him. He truly made this an incredible weekend. I felt safe (which is odd for me in a city) and I felt happy. Not that there was ever any question that Mike Baker is my favorite person, but this weekend confirms it.
I hope I never know a day without his love.
Tomorrow on my calendar is outlined in red, and in the middle of that square, it says, “JUDGMENT DAY.” It says this, because two years ago on March 19, Mike and I decided that we would JUDGE whether or not we were going to try to make a relationship work.
My 2-year anniversary with Mike is tomorrow! Two years Mike and I have been together!
This is exciting. Truly. Two years ago tomorrow, we were in North Carolina. We met up after Mike got off work at and drove down through Carolina Beach, through Kure Beach, all the way down to Fort Fisher.
And we sat here:
Right on the steps of this monument, Mike and I talked about “us.” We were just neighbors, who happened to smile at one another the autumn before, and once we began spending time with one another, we knew that we would have to figure out if we were going to be together.
Mike was moving north to Pennsylvania for a job. I still had a year of grad school left in North Carolina–12 hours away. Would we be worth it? Should we take a chance?
Two weeks prior, my parents had rented a condo on Carolina Beach during my spring break. I kept sneaking away to see Mike, and my mom said, “Why don’t you just have him come here? We don’t mind.” So Mike came over, hung out for a little bit. Poor guy. He met my whole family in one day, and this is what he had to contend with:
Mom–super cheery, two-beers tipsy.
Dad–6’5”, bearded, angry because he’d just quit smoking after a heart attack in January.
Brother Jason–drunk on Rumple Minze thanks to…
Bourne–a friend from grad school who got completely hammered, crashed his bike and ended up with a concussion.
Brother’s friend Drake–also drunk on Rumple Minze.
And as I stood on the balcony overlooking the ocean with my mom and Mike, I thought it felt good. And when Mike left, my mom said, “He’s very nice.”
“Don’t get attached. He’s probably moving away from here before long,” I said, knowing my mother’s tendency to get attached to guys that I never ended up dating seriously.
She looked at me and said, “Don’t dismiss this one so quickly, Hooty.” And she went inside with the drunks and the grumps. I stayed on the balcony for a little bit thinking and staring at the moon.
On Judgment Day, we sat at the foot of the Fort Fisher monument and decided we probably shouldn’t be together. But in the car staring at the waves crashing against the rocks, Mike kissed me, and I said, “I want to be your girlfriend.” He smiled, stared at me, and said, “Okay.” We’ve been inseparable ever since.
Two years later, she was right. Moms always know these things.
So so far, this weekend ROCKS because I got Delilah back today and because Mike gave me this for our anniversary (in silver):
Because I already have my present (I’m a weasly little goat), I had to give him the complete freedom to plan the weekend and surprise me. So all I know is that we are going to spend Saturday in Cleveland, and I cannot wait.
Since I don’t blog on the weekends, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, MIKE! I’ll update the rest of you after the weekend.