Last Year

Last year for New Year's Eve, we didn't have much money, so I made dinner here at home. I decided to make Mexican food, since my guy had once owned a Mexican restaurant, and I thought I could show him how well I could cook any type of food, even Mexican (my pride issues, of course!)

I don't remember the meal - it was truly not memorable (which, I suppose is good - at least it wasn't so bad that it would be remembered as being one of the worst meals I ever made!) I do remember the Margaritas. It was the first time I made them, and they were awful. I didn't realize that the lime juice in the recipe was supposed to be Rose's lime (a sweetened lime juice). I used the lime juice from the store (Real Lime, or something like that). They were just terrible, but my guy just smiled and said, "No, these are great."

We ate at my card table that doubles as a dining table, set in the living room (the dining room was/still is filled with boxes left from the move.) The table was one of the few pieces of furniture in the room and in the apartment as a whole. By this time, I still had the bedroom sets in both my room and my son's; the entertainment unit in the living room; and a living room chair that I had gotten from the people who sold me my car. And the card table, complete with canvas chairs (the kind that are normally used outside.)

It didn't matter. We were happy with each other - I was happy that he accepted me as I was, and I felt the same way about him.

A year later, I have living room furniture, four dining chairs (but no table - the chairs are for a counter-height table that I have yet to find), and still eat off the same card table and canvas chairs. I have set up, for the first time in three years, a large Christmas tree. I have more artwork, and better dishes, and plans for a New Year's Eve outside of the apartment (no bad Margaritas!)

And my relationship with my guy (now past the one year mark!) gets better every day.

Looking forward to seeing with that new year brings!