365 days of bliss.

Kris and I have officially been together for 1 year. That's right 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days.

We had quite a normal anniversary evening...dinner, wine, star lit sky, falling in fountains, yelling at a lolla drunk who passed out in the park...okay so it wasn't quite your normal anniversary, which is why it was the best.

It started out as any other Saturday night for the two of us...cooking dinner together, drinking wine, relaxing. Well, after some St. Bernardus in Grant Park our night began. We found ourselves face to face with a fountain (did I mention I love fountain jumping). I told Kris that we should play in the fountain later on that night, but before I could finish I see Kris leaping through the air falling right into the fountain. He is hurdling the second layer of the fountain looking ever so stunned as I laugh hysterically. As he gracefully climbs out of the fountain I see that he has cut his toe and has moss on his butt. 9pm and we're only getting started.

Should he clean his toe and change his pants? Nope, we're headed to the pub with blood, moss, wet pants and all. Kitty O'Shea's treats us well with Jameson, Black and tans, and fantastic smelling lotion. After an hour or so we make our way back to the park where we adventure around and spend the rest of the evening laying in the grass and seeing double the amount of stars.

I could not have thought of a better way to spend our anniversary than with beer, the park, and Kris' wet behind. It was a perfect evening and an even more perfect year.