730 DAYS

Call us the sappiest couple alive.

At 2 years of marriage, Mico and I have good reason to smile about. Striving as we both are to juggle school and parenthood, we have been pretty much living a good life— what with our visibly happy kid and sufficient means to get by without significant threat to our middle-class metropolitan lifestyle.

Of course, having a kid meant a considerable downsizing of our night outs (it pains me to call them “dates”… I have yet to subscribe to its mushy connotations). Still, we have always made it a point to celebrate our anniversary with just the right amount of pizzazz, enough to make them worth-keeping down memory lane. Easy on the wallet but hard-core sappy nonetheless.

On our first anniversary (I never got to write about it… I only recently started this blog), I planned on preparing his ideal breakfast –which is no little mission considering it comprises of everything “ideally-breakfast-ly”. My menu was the result of weeks of fishing for information and some serious google-ing on “continental breakfasts”. I had planned on making a quick trip to SM after office hours the day before our anniversary, but the Master of Wrong Timing insisted on picking me up from work. I was surprised when he told me he had to drop by the grocery himself for his anniversary gimmick, so we struck up a deal where he would give me a five-minute headstart inside SM Supermarket, if only for him not to see which lane I would take and clue him in as to my surprise. I had gone halfway through my list when, as I was reaching for a stick of President’s butter, he gave me a good shove and peeked through the contents of my basket. Apparently, he was about to get a stick of butter himself for his anniversary gift: My Ideal Dinner, buttered garlic prawns. The scrimp was going for Dairy Crème, and I was going to spend heaps for his butter. It was stupid really, but I cried right there, feeling robbed of my surprise. After a few minutes of ridiculous half-laughter, half-sobs, we finally agreed on getting just one stick. Of Presidents.

And so this year, we agreed to share planning our anniversary gimmick. No more issues with butter this time. On our 730th day, we kicked off with a boat ride along Manila Bay (a new perspective since we’re always looking AT the bay from Mall of Asia), followed by a HEAVY dinner at Gumbo (shrimps…naturally) and coffee at Starbucks. Dinner was his treat, coffee was mine. I get to be the scrimp this time. Hahahaha