Year 3

I was reminded by “Facebook” that today marks the third year of Z and I’s anniversary. It was rather tragic for me to find out through Facebook & Google calendar. Welcome to the Millennial Generation. Nevertheless, I would have known either way.

Back to the subject. Yes, we are beginning the third year of our relationship. Time sure flies…don’t you think? We are no longer the hyper college kids. One is in med school & the other in grad school, just trying to pave the way towards one’s happiness. And we can’t seem to pull an all-nighter while eating burritos & watching movies anymore.

Needless to say, we are still happy with each other. We never give up on making fun of each other. He still tries very hard to wake me up before noon & I still refuse to get up unless he makes me delicious, full plate of breakfast…or brunch. I make sure he spoils me. And I try not to be a terrible girlfriend. So far, we don’t seem to irritate each other unless he makes a pile of dirty clothes everywhere, Galveston or Denton…you choose. Hopefully my refusal-to-plan-for-our-day, aka indecisiveness, hasn’t irritated him yet.

Despite us looking somewhat older & fatter than three years ago, we seem to be doing pretty good. So, year 3 – get ready, set, & go!