The night before my bday I came home to a delicious slice of cake with a candle. He told me happy birthday and I told him excitedly it was the first birthday we are celebrating together and he said, "and it won't be the last" to which I replied, "yes because yours is next week. (:
On my actual birthday I had a great day despite having to work, they bought me a cake and Morris had flowers sent.
After work I wanted Indian food then we relaxed at home and watched part of Grease.
Oh, and the busboy at work, Bernard, who is so sweet and helpful and won't even let me sweep because he says he respects me too much, went to Macy's on his break and bought me Chanel perfume. I almost cried.
