And it is so far the most stereotypically girly anniversary I have ever had. Because (after morning sex and internetting) we watched My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, looked up lace patterns on Ravelry for a really awesome project he wants to do, and I taught him how to put his hair up with hairsticks. All at his behest.
Later we will go to Dali, for he has never eaten bunnies, and we must rectify this oversight!
We have this strange time-dilation effect in our relationship. We've been dating a year, but half of that was long-distance, so we maybe should feel like we've only been dating for six months? But instead it feels like forever and always. We were snuggling down into bed to read the other night and he just beamed and said "This is so comfy!" And yes, it is - it is comfy and electric and fireworky and intense and so many things all at the same time. But comfy. That's maybe the best.
Now shower, and then MOAR PONY, I think.