The other day when we were still in Seattle, Justin looked at me over a Red Robin cheeseburger and said, "This is why I love you."
"What do you mean?" I asked, a little confused.
"Because here we are, in a completely new place, and you still wanted to eat at Red Robin. So I'm sitting here eating garlic fries right now."
Sounds like a weird statement, but it has a short back story.
On our 2nd anniversary, I mapped out this "all the cool kids are doing it" itinerary for our getaway. We waited in line for almost 2 hours to eat pancakes that were...well, good pancakes but pancakes nevertheless. And we ate at this farm-to-table restaurant that served us 6 olives on a hot skillet for $12. That's $2 per olive, ya'll. And they still had the break-your-teeth pits in them. If I'm paying you $2 an olive, please take the pit out you jerkface.
After that trip, we had a come to Olive Jesus moment and decided that we just needed to be ourselves. We were Chili's people. We were Red Robin people. The chicken in their chicken fingers came from a farm somewhere and is now on our table. And that was good enough for us.
When we started owning our marriage and doing what was right by us, the enjoyment factor went up exponentially.
We go to PetSmart and look at kittens and chinchillas for date night.
We eat at PF Chang's and go to the zoo EVERY TIME we hit Memphis. As far as we're concerned, those are the only two things it has to offer.
Our hotel a few weeks ago had a mini kitchen and we acted like the Kardashians had nothing on us.
Justin asked what I wanted to do for our anniversary tomorrow and I said I wanted to walk around IKEA because I've never been.
I booked him a massage for our anniversary and he acted like I had sold him into Fifty Shades of bondage. I bought some clothes today and told him it could be my anniversary present. As usual, my gift is received with confusion and he let me buy my own stuff.
This is Us. This is how we work.
He is the optimistic fixer to my spiral of world-ending panic,
He's the Chip to my Joanna, and
the punchline to my Facebook quote.
Happy #6! Let's go to a chain restaurant and I'll continue to tell you we're not owning a chinchilla and a parakeet.
