This is a bit premature but as it is a rather slow day at work and I in no way doubt that some catastrophe will occur in the next week to prevent this day from happening, I will talk about it now.
July first will mark the the third year that Jon and I have been together. An awfully long time if you consider my fickleness and all around poor behavior. I am annoyed easier than most, get mad at the drop of the hat (though rebound rather quickly from said madness), and am constantly on the defense. These lovely attributes would drive most away. But Jon happens to be the most even tempered man that has ever existed. I swear to you. I have never, ever seen him angry, or yell, or even show a large amount of frustration. I am one lucky gal to have snagged this one.
The summer after my freshman year of college I returned home to too sticky Florida and got my old job back at a too large bookstore. Quickly decided I would make Jon my 'summer project' which turned out a bit differently than I had planned. Eight months later he moved to New York, we moved to Brooklyn and eventually scooped up the wee kitten that turned into the big terror. And here we are. Keats, Jon and myself, the happiest little Brooklyn family one could imagine.
And for those that are curious (and even those who are not) the boyfriend
happy anniversary!
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