Tomorrow is John’s and my wedding anniversary, so I’ve been thinking: Remember how the first few years you always celebrate at some fancy-schmancy restaurant?
(“Lhappy Ammversary” is totally how I’m saying it from now on.)
And you not only remember the day – you even remember how many days it’s been.
After a while you dial down the festivities, though, and maybe just bring home some take-out and a cake:
(The urge to scratch in an “I” at the end there is overwhelming.)
(YOU’RE WELCOME, tech guys.)
Past the ten year mark you both might start to get a little fuzzy on when and what exactly you’re celebrating:
“Here’s a cake. Hope I got one of those days right.”
“Who are you?”
But hey, at least it’s happy.
“TMI, mom & dad. TMI!!“
John and I are still a long way off, but I hear making it to your 50th anniversary is a real education:
“Presenting the 2014 graduates of the Aniversity… of LUUURVE.“
So, John, sweetie, Happy Arricorz.
(Changed my mind; THIS is how I’m saying it from now on.)
And here’s to 50 more Arricorzes, as we learn to hold on to what’s most important:
…like how this baker managed to misspell “I” before someone told him to fix it – and then still missed the “you.”
Thanks to Tina G., Sonia Y., Kari J., Natalie L., Jessi C., Ann G., Lisa M., & Johnell. Yow guys are the BEST.