So, it's happened. I've become one of "those" girls. The girls who write about their amazing boyfriends on their blogs. Rest assured, this won't be a frequent habit, but I can't help but share about yesterday. We planned to go on a picnic and I borrowed thee most amazing picnic basket from a friend at work, fully loaded with plates, utensils, and a plaid blanket. We stopped at Whole Foods and picked up our sandwich fixings (I recommend Saint Andre Triple Creme French Cheese - YUM), blackberries, raspberry cider, and ridiculously overpriced, adorable chocolates (I might have bought parmesan blocks in our initials - - I'm such a sap). We made our way to Griffith Park which has become one of my most favorite places in LA and walked up to the old zoo. We set up our picnic and exchanged gifts and cards, well, mine was more of a gift-tag to be exact. For those of you who don't know, I happen to be a typeface nerd. While driving in the car, I'll shout out, "Gotham! Futura! Adobe Caslon Small Caps!" I bought the typeface Archer a couple years ago and like to think of it as "my font." Clearly, it's not mine, it also belongs to Martha Stewart, Wells Fargo, and the all too familiar St. Ives Apricot Scrub, but in my heart... I like to claim ownership. David, knowing how important typefaces are for me, went online to the Hoefler & Frere-Jones website and 'test-drove' Archer and typed in "To Lehua . . . Loves, David", traced it from his computer screen to his construction paper. The added 's' in loves is because it's the letter that most clearly distinguishes Archer from the rest. If that's not love, I don't know what is.