Today A. and I are celebrating 23 years of marriage.
On this day 23 years ago, A. imitated Napolean. I guess that makes me Josephine.
A. brought me flowers when he was returning from a midweek trip. As is my habit, I split the arrangement up into two different vases so I could enjoy them in both the dining room and the living room.
Table.
Bookcase.
The roses only lasted a few days, and then I removed them.
A rose-less table.
I got him a camping stove.
So romantic.
I saw this sticker on a car at the grocery store on Thursday. It seems appropriate for an anniversary.
Essential for a lasting marriage.
Our parish potluck is today, which actually works out nicely because I don't really have to make dinner. I'm contributing German potato salad and crispy rice treats. I hope someone else brings pasta salad. I do love pasta salad. I'm sure A. will eat many hot dogs and hamburgers. Happiness for everyone.
There you have it! Our anniversary life, snapshotted.
