may 11 is in two days.
first anniversary. one year married. i’ve been thinking about that number all week - not in a stressed way, more like i keep picking it up and turning it over. one year. huh.
this morning #
she woke up before me, which is basically her whole personality. by the time i was conscious she was already back from her run and in the shower. i was half asleep listening to the water and that specific sound of her moving around the bathroom that i could identify in a crowd at this point.
she came back into the bedroom still slightly damp. sat on the edge of the bed. i opened one eye.
she goes “you awake?”
i go “no.”
she laughed and then it was not a morning for sleeping anymore. she initiated, which is almost always her. she decides and you know when she’s decided. the whole thing was slower than you’d expect from her - she was in no rush. took my time with her, she was completely into it, her hands in my hair and then pulling me closer, her body doing most of the communicating. she doesn’t need words for what she wants. 40 minutes, at the end she was breathing hard against my chest and said “good morning” like nothing had happened.
i need to marry this woman again.
oh wait.
the year #
we met june 2023. coffee shop in la jolla. she was debugging a python data pipeline on her laptop, which honestly should be illegal - nobody gets to be that hot and technically competent at the same time, there should be a rule. we went on a date three days later and i already knew it was different, i would’ve died before admitting it.
exclusive september. i love you october. moved in november 2023.
married may 11, 2025.
three years together, almost one year married. i’ve been 22 for basically the whole relationship. my parents never saw any of it and that’s the part that still lands sideways when i let myself sit with it - they would’ve liked her. dad would’ve quizzed her on the tech stack for 45 minutes over dinner and acted like he wasn’t impressed. mom would’ve loved that she actually cooks and would’ve immediately started trading recipes.
she knows all this. i’ve told her pieces of it. she just holds it without making it weird.
the plan #
something is confirmed and locked for monday. she’s been casually interrogating me for a week and getting nothing, which is impressive because she’s genuinely good at getting things out of me. she has this thing where she phrases questions sideways and waits, and usually i fill the silence.
not this time.
she is not finding out before monday.
two days out. been a good year.
-AK