Last night was our seven-year anniversary. Jarrod and I have one of those "I can't believe it's been that long, but it feels like I've known you forever" type-situations.
Aren't those the BEST?! Eek!
We celebrated with dinner at Bouchon, our favorite restaurant, and the site of all of our anniversary celebrations here in Asheville. French comfort food. Mmm! Artichokes with bleu cheese vinaigrette, puffed pastry stuffed with brie, steak with garlic butter, steak with cognac and pepper, Brussels sprouts and green beans, real French fries, and my favorite -- the creme brulee sampler (saffron, lavender, rosemary, and espresso).
Throw in the most delicious red wine France has to offer and a several glasses of fine champagne (compliments of Michel, the amazing owner), and talk about the Best. Meal. EVER.
We meant to take pictures at the restaurant, but were in a food coma and forgot. Luckily, we snapped a few before we left home!
Er, too bad in most of them we had either creepy eyes, swarmy grins, or big teeth. And, of course, there were a lot of off-centers. And the punching in the face/nose picking one above.
Not sure how that happened.
(FYI, we're standing in front of our anniversary present -- new living room walls! Fixed by someone other than ourselves! GASP!)
But we DID manage one nice photo:
Happy Anniversary, sweetie!
There is no one on the planet with whom I'd rather: rip up shag carpeting, bake late night vegan cakes, pose with giant jackrabbits, dance to nineties punk rock, and watch Ninja Warrior ("Niiin-jaaaaaa Warrior!") with than you.