Superman and I celebrated 6 months a little over a month ago. We went to The Keg for dinner and our server asked if we were celebrating anything. We hesitated and then said we were celebrating a half-anniversary. We ended up getting a free dessert for it (you got to try the Billy Minor Pie. So good!)
Besides the free dessert, 6 months is something worth celebrating. Every day is worth celebrating. So why be embarrassed? One day together is not less legitimate than one year together. The love is still there and it may be a different love in the sense that you know more about one another but it is still love.
Love is a verb. Each day, I decide to give my heart to someone and to treasure them wholeheartedly. That person is the same one everyday for over seven months now (more like almost a year since I had feelings from the start) because I want him to be the love of my life and he makes me very happy.
So, if you want to celebrate one hour, one day, one month, one year or one decade, don’t let anyone stop you. You’re not juvenile for doing it.
After all, the world could use more love in it.
The Modern Day Fairy Godmother