I thought making it to two years would have been a piece of cake, but today has really felt like a milestone. He even sent me flowers. A dozen long stemmed roses. He’s never sent me flowers I don’t think. I’ve always found flowers kind of silly and overly sentimental, and they just die after a few days, but this time they’ve meant so much.

When the receptionist called to tell me I had “beautiful flowers at reception.” I said, “I do? You sure?” Even when I picked them up I looked at the card before I brought them back downstairs – just in case there had been a mix up.

I’m going to get him a box of really good handmade chocolates on my way home. He loves chocolate. Then we’re going to go out for a nice dinner at a funky, wonderfully off kilter biker bar/steakhouse in Playa.

We haven’t talked about the problems in a while. I think I’ve kept up with my To Do List about 70%.

He still doesn’t take out the garbage, though, and I don’t really care.