That was a Friday night. Tax Day. April 15th.
We went out again on Sunday and again on the following Tuesday and I knew that was it. He was it.
Tuesday, I had a doctor's appointment at 2 p.m. in Eslöv which is about 20 minutes from work and I decided to just take the afternoon off. It's not stress-free at work, but this week was at least calm enough that I felt like it would be fine. Debbie and Camilla and I had planned to get together and we firmed up timing: meeting in Malmö for coffee and fika when I got done.
We spent a nice couple of hours together and then Camilla had to leave to go study so Debbie and I walked around the city for a bit, shopping (mostly of the window-variety) and talking and then ended up having dinner together at a sushi place, before I headed home. It was a really nice afternoon. I got home just before 8 p.m. and when I walked in to the kitchen, this was waiting for me on the table:
"How lovely!" I exclaimed. Anders came walking into the kitchen just then. "What are these for?" I asked, completely clueless. "20 years of putting up with me," he said.
We're both bad about remembering our WEDDING anniversary every year, but this totally floored me. Getting flowers on the 20th anniversary of the day we met. I love that guy. He WAS it. He still is.