Over 7 years ago, I found myself a handsome boyfriend:
He also happened to be very intelligent (most of the time), a good cook and baker. I thought he was pretty cool, so I convinced him that he should marry me and let me have his babies. It was a hard sell, seeing that I am also highly intelligent, a good cook, but only a moderate baker. So to up the ante, I decided to gain some weight in my boobs (naturally, no surgery here) so that they were no longer As but Cs. That convinced him, and he bought me a ring.
It’s a good thing I got those boobs, otherwise I would not have filled out my dress so well. Not without paying hundreds of dollars in alterations, anyway.
So 5 years ago, today, we made it official. He gave me his word, a ring, and a white rose, promising to bring me a white rose on each anniversary as a reminder of how fragile love is and that we need to nurture it to keep it alive and strong:
And we made a vow to stick together.
In the past five years, we’ve gained weight together (Oh Cuba!):
We’ve floated on the Seine together:
We decided that I should gain 44 lbs over 9 months or so:
To produce this (5 days after the belly shot):
And now, 16 months later, we have this:
And this in the works:
And I couldn’t be happier.
Happy Anniversary, T!