We’re getting married in one year!
When we set the date for our wedding, our wedding planner suggested we do something romantic on our preanniversary1. We decided we’d finally have this nice bottle of wine we’ve been saving and go to this little Italian restaurant I like and hold hands for hours and stare into each other’s eyes and spontaneously exhale rose petals.
Then we realized that Collin would be off talking to other academics in Massachusetts on our preanniversary. So we scrapped the romantic evening plan and switched to romantic text messaging:
Collin: “1 year!”
Robin: “Woo! I an room excited!”
Robin: “I mean sooo excited.”
One year to go! Very exciting. [Here’s hoping the weather is less gross this date next year!]
ETA: Maybe I am bad at romance, but Collin is not:
1I left out the hyphen because in my brain this word sounds like “pran-i-ver-sa-ry.”