It's mine and Lisa's six year anniversary today.
That was the picture on the front of the card we received from my parents.
And this was the one on Lisa's card to me.
I now regret buying a humorous card with a picture of Tarzan on the front. It doesn't lend itself well to romantic blog posts. I'd bin the thing, but it cost me three quid and I feel I need to get my money's worth.
Anyhoo, the good news is that my parents have kindly taken Amelie off our hands, so that we're free to enjoy a romantic and peaceful weekend on our own. We're planning to make the most of it by spending our Saturday night doing the shopping at Asda. I might even treat Lisa to the DVD of Precious, partly because it's a film she's been wanting to see for ages, partly because the title describes how she is to me, but mainly because it's about an obese, illiterate, pregnant 16-year-old girl with a Downs syndrome son, who lives in a ghetto and suffers long term physical, sexual, and mental abuse from her unemployed mother. And if that doesn't make Lisa appreciate her life with me, nothing will.
Anyway, now we are six, and I love Lisa more and more every year. It could be a very long time till our seventh anniversary though. I plan to marry her in the next twelve months, so we'll be back to the paper anniversary in 2011.