According to the internet today is the day that Laurent and I should be showering each other with gifts of ivory and gold. Fourteen years ago we decided that after a trial-run of 29 years that it was time to make it legal. Most days it seems like the right decision. I say “most days” because unlike my mother who maintained that in their 40 years of marriage there had “never been one cross word”, we’ve had one or two in the past 43. And any couple that says they’ve done otherwise is living in a fool’s paradise or outright lying. But as any couple will tell you it’s the making up that’s fun.
So fourteen years ago:
How will we be spending the day other than showering each other with ivory and gold? Well we’re at the cottage here at Yankee Hill but we’ll head over to New Glasgow and The Mill Restaurant for a quiet dinner a deux.
Happy Anniversary P.
About Bloody Time! – a post about what was planned for that day 14 years ago.
The word for July 21st is:
Anniversary /ˌanəˈvərs(ə)rē/: [noun]
The date on which an event took place in a previous year.
Middle English: from Latin anniversarius ‘returning yearly’, from annus ‘year’ + versus ‘turning’.