let’s trace back the months:
month one: i ventured down to memphis. i felt like i was home every time i hugged him.
month two: we toured st. louis together, for the first time. we said i love you, for the first time.
month three: i temporarily went insane, drove to memphis on a whim, and spent 30 hours with him before turning right back around. this is the first time i met his parents, on one hour of sleep and with the insane story of my drive.
month four: we do kansas city in style at the beginning of the month. at month’s end, i am in memphis again, ready for throwing down at the peabody’s new year’s party. at the turn of the year, we share a kiss as balloons fall from the sky and Lord T & Eloise toss dollar bills off the stage into the crowd.
month five: another drive to the home of the king for me. i allegedly speed to get there.
month six: this time he comes to me, and we spend a blissful weekend quietly. it is over this weekend that i permanently convert him to the dark side: loving indian food like it is our job.
month seven: we spend easter weekend together in st. louis. cold temperatures, misty snow, and even a recent theft don’t faze us in having another amazing time together. tentative negotiations commence surrounding the concept of actually living in the same place.
month eight: the rev’s birthday! i have mono, take the greyhound to memphis to be there, and am consequently entered into the awesome girlfriend hall of fame.
month nine: he’s back in KC, and we’re back at the zoo. i’m sick again, with bronchitis, but we still have fun.
month ten: another greyhound trip, this time without mono and with another road trip following: we hit the beach in gulf shores, AL for a ten day vacation. i meet his extended family, all 342 of them. we pick out an apartment.
month eleven: i move! we join forces in household revtempo, installing ourselves comfortably into a two-bedroom townhouse in memphis. nightly snuggling and two-person scrabble tournaments ensue.
month twelve: he surprises me with flowers & breakfast. he gets entered into the boyfriend hall of fame.
month thirteen: we become foster parents – patsy snuggles her way into the rev’s heart. i’m already there, and try to make room.
and now, in october, we celebrated thirteen months of togetherness with a trip out for indian food last night and a viewing of “baby mama.” i arrived home to flowers last night, so he’s still firmly in the boyfriend hall of fame. here’s to thirteen (plus infinity) more months!