Four years married today.
Twelve years in love this summer.
Last night we went to see Fleet Foxes at the Hammersmith Apollo and I spent the whole show squirming in my seat because I was feeling the baby might claw out of my stomach a la Sigourney Weaver in Alien. But at one point I turned to you and said, “Do you remember what the first concert was that you ever took me to?” And you couldn’t, so I said “some DJ… electronica…” (because I am pretty savvy about music).
You: Chemical Brothers?
You: That’s embarrassing.
No way. Not even remotely embarrassing. It was awesome. It was awesome that my new super hot crush in 1999 was taking me to a show and standing behind me with arms wrapped around me bouncing to music.