I get a text from the bf saying he sent me a surprise and he's worried it's exposed somewhere outside the house. I race back, no package on the porch. I go inside for the mail key. I come back out--but wait: there's a car in the driveway. I recognize that car. I think it's my wonderful bf, but it's not. It's my wonderful bf bearing flowers and gifts. Which is way better than just a regular bf.
Favorite anniversary ever.