Last year was our 10th anniversary. Bill surprised me. It was fabuloso.
This year was our 11th anniversary. We had no plans, except to take our kids camping overnight with some friends. It was really loads of fun. I wondered every once in a while why I was so contented with something so unromantic.
I figured out that it was because it was not ordinary.
We were with friends who acknowledged our long years together with champagne in colored plastic cups and s'mores around the campfire.
If you would have told the newly engaged me that I would be spending my anniversary in a tent near Joe Pool Lake, I would have been either
a) ready to drop kick Bill back to his town house right around the corner
b) thinking "I won't care, as long as I'm with Bill!"
(I say either, because I was so emotionally wiggy at the time I probably would have had both thoughts right next door to each other. )
I'm SO glad I didn't know then. Only because I wouldn't appreciate now how a relationship matures. How people mature. How our friendship has grown and our respect and appreciation for each other has deepened.
In other words: How far we've come.
It's all good.
If we go camping for our 12th anniversary, I will not call that a good tradition. I will call it redundant.
I had not intended for this post to be in any way serious. I totally intended for this post to be centered around this photo from our campout:
Oh heavens, Petr, that is just funny. Oh man. I actually think he had the helmet on because this was going on just a few feet away:
that actually looks like fun! happy anniversary!
I am glad that you had a great anniversary! You both deserve it! A beautiful couple! Funny picture of Petr!
Sounds like a good way to celebrate # 11 to me...Congrats
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