SML and I had our first date a year ago on April 30. I invited SML to breakfast at the Oasis Café at eight o’clock on a Sunday morning. A lot of people think that time is ungodly, but I think it worked well for us because we’re both morning people. The night dates that followed make me cringe and tingle to think about because never in my life has something so unpleasant turned into something so good.

To celebrate our one-er, SML and I went back to crime scene last night and ordered dinner instead of breakfast. SML is very formal when it comes to these matters, and asked me what my favorite memories were in the last year and then sat tall in his chair. A lot of experiences went through my mind at that moment, including that time I burped in his mouth, or that other time when SML farted on my head.

My first answer was, “Remember that one time when you going home and you forgot to put on your shoes?” After I said that I got the distinct feeling that SML was trying to be romantic, and said that I had many favorite moments: The first time SML spent the night and told me in the morning that he thought he was dying. Holding hands during the worst movie ever, Lady in the Water. Shopping in Park City. Making Halloween cookies. Being jealous that SML paid more attention to a skinny dog.

There's really not enough time to talk about SML. But I'm hoping for even more memories.

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