Since moving to LA, our last two anniversaries have been spent at home. The first year, we were brand new in town and yet to find a babysitter. Last year, our babysitter had to cancel at the last minute. This year? I made sure, confirming many times with our current babysitter. I wasn't taking any chances.
Dinner out, just the two of us, is a rarity. We don't really buy gifts - it's not our style - and I was excited just to be eating in a restaurant, sans small children.
After the babysitter arrived, we kissed the girls goodbye and headed down to the car park. I noticed J had reversed the car into our spot, which neither of usually bother to do. He commented that he'd washed the car in his lunch break, and I felt silly for not noticing the absence of dirt.
Once we were in the car, J told me he'd even cleaned the glovebox, and to have a look inside. I thought it was odd that he wanted to me look, but when I opened it, there was a little blue box inside:
Surprise! I just got luckier.
I'd been admiring these key necklaces since the first time we set foot inside a Tiffany store (purely for a fun browse, as you do) but I was not expecting a gift at all... let alone this.
He's a keeper - but I already knew that.
Our evening was spent in Old Pasadena. Even though our favourite coffee is there, we hadn't been in for at least six months. Silly us, as it's a great area to wander around. Naturally, coffee was our first stop, followed by dinner at an Indian restaurant that had been recommended to us. Again, silly us - we hadn't eaten at a proper curry house since we were in Australia... and we both love curry.
With full bellies, we strolled a few blocks and peered in windows of now-shut bars and shops (the trouble with going out on a Tuesday night). Champagne bars with chandeliers, gothic taxidermists with peacocks, posh diners with red velvet curtains - Pasadena has something for everyone.
With happy hearts, we headed home.
