I've managed to put together a "romantic" overnight for Amy and I since tomorrow is our anniversary.  I've gotten us a place at a bed and breakfast on the shores of beautiful Lake Erie (well, that's what their website said).  It's kitschy, I know, but it's something.  Last year, our anniversary was pizza and Blockbuster because of poverty.  We're still poor, but I purposely scheduled money in our budget for this one.

It'll be pretty low-key.  A room overlooking Lake Erie that's supposedly designed to watch the sunset, and a private beach. I'll probably take her to a decent (but not too nice) dinner somewhere, and then we'll go to the Cleveland Zoo tomorrow.  Our Akron Zoo membership gets us in for free at the Cleveland Zoo.

Low key.

However, to work this out and to make it a surprise, I've got a lot to accomplish before she gets off of work: packing, getting the animals set up for an overnight, a little house cleaning, cleaning out the car, etc.  Of course, I don't feel like doing any of that. 

I didn't sleep well last night at all.  I don't know what the problem was.  I had like 5,348 dreams last night, none of which I can remember but each of which ended with me screaming in the dream and then jerking awake.  It wasn't pleasant.

I'm just hoping to make this overnight nice for Amy.  It'll be the first anniversary of any sort that I'll be able to do that, if I can pull it off.

Two years of marriage would be an appropriate time for a state of the union address.  I don't need that, though.  Even when I'm depressed and pissed at the world, I can find no real problems with our relationship.  How she tolerates me and all of my insanity is still a complete fucking mystery.  There's still no resolution on the religion front, which was our only "problem" pre-marriage.

I still want to spend every waking moment with her.  I still think of her welfare first in all of my decisions.  I still love her with everything I am and everything I could be.  I don't even look around at anyone else, beyond an occasional piece of eye candy and that's not the real looking around I'm talking about.  As far as I can tell (amazingly) the same is true for her.  And every day, she reminds me why I'm so infatuated with her. 

Maybe this is God throwing me a bone for the years of general misery that preceded her appearance in my life.

I really couldn't ask for more.  I'm the luckiest man on the planet.  And though a Saturday morning of effort followed by the hokey-ness of a bed and breakfast can't even begin to appropriately celebrate my feelings, it's something and sometimes it's the effort that counts most.