So on the 30th and the 31st, I planned a date for my mate and I to go see a production of "The Phantom of the Opera" at the Pantages in Los Angeles for a combination of celebrations. I had been planning this date at least one year in advanced, and it was well worth the work and the wait.

We were celebrating for a lot of good fortune this year. My mate has achieved the following:

-Got a new job that she wanted to get hired from (not the job she REALLY wants, but she wanted to get back to work)
-She finished school for the 2nd time, and is going to graduate this year (I'm so proud of her and her hard work <3)
-She tolerates her annoying, childish, and needy younger girlfriend (>.>;;;)

And besides her accomplishments we were also celebrating:

-Our Anniversary
-Valentines Day
-Her Birthday

And she keeps claiming that this was her Christmas present too but she knows I'll never agree to that.

But this marked a very special occasion for both of us. Besides the fact that we'll have a harder time seeing each other (until we live together when we're all grown up./nervous), it allows for us to be ourselves and to be together for a little bit, which has filled my life with nothing but an unconditional love that could never be replaced. I feel so blessed to have found someone so understanding and so intelligent, and beautiful, and funny and all those good sunshine things that it makes my heart swell up.

It was also very special because I know that it was the first time she has ever seen a live theatrical production of any kind (where as I am a veteran because my mother is a giant musical nerd), and it was the first time she has seen that particular production live. She has been waiting for years to see it, especially when she missed her first chance to do so long ago. So the fact I was able to help her finally watch it while also sharing the experience with her is just breath-taking to me.

I love her more than anything. I love every moment we share.

When she laughs, and says all the silly things that make me smile.
When she gets pouty because I said something that makes her jealous kitty side come out and demand attention.
When she makes me feel better when I feel sad (which I did because I kinda proved her right...I am too figity for nice things...)

I don't think I have ever felt happier with any other person in my life.