It’s a funny idea about the wedding bells. Who has those anymore? I didn’t. But I did wear a white dress and eat cake. And that all happened exactly 18 years ago today.
Eighteen years is a long time. It’s been mostly good. Hopefully we’ll be together for another eighteen more (hopefully even more than that.)
Love you, Mister!
P.S. If you’re wondering what the proper gift is for the 18th year, it’s an iphone (that’s what it says on my Hallmark calendar. Really!) I’ll be preordering mine tomorrow. I’m so desperate for it that I will be picking it up in Salt Lake shortly after my arrival there on the 24th. If you happen to see a middle-aged brunette woman quivering with joy at the Apple store in SLC, that will be me!