Lovebirds.

Sometimes, Mr K. and I like to pretend that we just met.

We ditch our comfortable routines and we take each other on a special date.

Don't get me wrong, we go on "normal" dates all the time too but those are special because we pretend not to know each other by heart, we play the question game and we almost always end up discovering some sweet little secrets about each other.

Yesterday was one of those nights when we had something to celebrate, on top of it not raining for the first time in what feels like forever.

That's all the incentive that we needed and so, with Bonnie in tow, I took Mr K. to my ideal first date.

There were dim sum & dimmed lights, a pic nick, a walk in the park and many kisses.

It really was perfect and it totally made me fall in love with my boy all over again.

Thanks for playing along with me and answering such dumb questions as "what do you look for in a girl" babe !

Come to think of it, had I asked that one on our real first date, there might not have been a second one...Pfew !

x K.

23 candles.

Birthday breakfast last year.

Today is Mr K.'s birthday.

I can hardly believe that he's turning 23.

When I met him, he was fresh out of high school and I felt so cool for having an older boyfriend.

Back then he had just turned 18 and to me he was the kindest, handsomest, funniest, smartest boy around.

I still feel that way by the way.

Since then we've celebrated our share of birthdays together, but really not much has changed.

(I mean, look at how HOT Mr K. is !)

He is now old enough to drink in any country but really, he's just an overgrown kid.

Over the years, his hair seems to get shorter as his body gets more inked and he gets hotter and hotter.

As his beard gets thicker with each birthday that passes, he gets called Mister more and more.

He's still my babe though.

To me, even when he's 62, he'll always be the handsome boy who came to pick me at the train station in his jeans jacket.

That will never change, no matter how many candles he blows.

One thing does change though : every year, I love him more and more.

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Jij bent mijn wereld en ik hou van u tot de maan en terug.

x, K.

Can you tell that I love his old bones to death ?