marqué

Saturday marked a year of dating Jérémie.
Sunday marked Bastille day in France.

My weekend was marked by studying like a madwoman for annual exams when all I really wanted to do was play outside where the sun was shining. My weekend was also marked by the gesture of Cheri, who had a bottle of French red wine from the Loire Valley delivered to my house, mid studies to celebrate.

My life is marked by beautiful company.