I couldn't even think of a title for this post without sounding super schmaltzy. Not that I have a problem with schmaltzy stuff. Heck, I live a pretty schmaltzy life....but I digress.
Today is the 22nd anniversary of my marriage to my husband, Sean.
Now, lots of couples celebrate their anniversaries in terribly romantic ways, dinner, dancing, champagne....um yeah. But when you get married two days after Christmas, let me tell you, by the time the big day rolls around, you are totally fooded out!! Seriously, who wants to spend the cash on a nice dinner when the thought of MORE FOOD* is enough to induce a coma?
So, what are we doing to mark the beginning of our 23rd year together? One word:
Here's hoping all of you get to spend 22 years with someone who accepts you just the way you are and loves you...even the weird bits.
*Well, we did go out very fancy schmancy for out 19th, to a very elegant restaurant, where we got the pleasure of seeing a cute couple a few tables over receive a very lovely box at their table. After the waitress dropped the box off, we hailed her and asked if there was a ring in the box and the guy was proposing, which of course, there was and he was.
The girl refused.
It was the most uncomfortable dinner I have ever witnessed in my life. (silly boy, proposed before the meal???) And I couldn't look away....
So, bring on the hamburger joint and the movie!!