But that's not what today's blog is about. It's summer, and every summer two events happen. First is my birthday in July. This year I spent my birthday in an airplane, not exactly a party, but it beats the year I spent it in the ER. I had a searing pain in my gut like I never felt before. And, thankfully, never again.
The second event is our Anniversary. This year marks 29 years.
I was 35 and Jim was 41. We had the wedding in our backyard, which was largely pool and cement, and it was so hot you could fry an egg on the asphalt. Look at those plastic champagne glasses. We wouldn't dream of drinking champagne out of those today, LOL.
But we didn't have a lot of money then. The budget was tight. We did everything ourselves, I cooked all the food ahead of time and froze it, and our roommates took care of the bar and cleanup. Jim's mom made the cake. We spent the afternoon "working the room," and neither of us ate anything all day. By the time we got to our hotel room at 11 PM we were pasted and famished. We looked out the window and saw Tony Roma's, and we knew they stayed open until midnight, so we were out of that room in ten seconds, tucking into barbecued baby backs and an onion loaf.
Today we're 64 and 70 and we're still going strong. We still laugh at each other's jokes and we still delight in each other's company even though we're together 24/7/365. It's like a fine, aged whiskey--smooth and mellow, and only improves with age. At the end of the day, that's really what's important.
Happy Anniversary, Darling. I love you.