Sad but true story, you guys.
The first thing you need to know is that I am really bad with dates, which is ironic for someone who makes a living in history. Epically bad. I can barely remember my own birthday.
So my fifth anniversary with my boyfriend was coming up, and I sort of knew it was in the beginning of January somewhere? I was pretty sure it was in the first week, anyway.
Then I thought aha! It’s on the second!
Then he said “So, on the fifth, what do you want to do?”
January 2 is my anniversary with Tristan…not with the boyfriend.
So, happy anniversary, Tristan my love! To be fair – 2014 makes eight years, which is far longer than any boy has ever lasted.
|Ridiculous photo from a few minutes after he arrived late at
night – already stuffing his face with hay.