October 27, 2007.
If you are wondering,
yes, I did make my husband drive all over town this weekend
so that I could snap a few photos of our anniversary's corresponding number dates.
And yes, I did make my husband drive repeatedly
past that Radar Speed Sign until the perfect 27 popped up.
All while I stood on the side of the road,
taking pictures of the black SUV that kept driving
up and down the street.
If that doesn't define true love,
I don't know what does.
Traditionally, a second wedding anniversary
is often marked by gifts of cotton.
Diamonds aren't gifted until your sixtieth anniversary.
To which my husband replied,
"I love being traditional."
Last year, we celebrated our paper anniversary
with a couple of plane tickets and a Marriott penthouse suite in Marco Island, Florida.
This year? Hubs bought me the comfiest pair of North Face fleece sweatpants
and the most adorable vintage Phillies hat I've ever seen.
(Um, Hello World Series. AGAIN!).
I couldn't possibly live in the Philadelphia area for over eight years and
not own any Phillies paraphenalia!
He also bought me a few cotton items that,
although make for perfect marriage-material,
they aren't exactly blogpost material,
if you catch my drift...
I can't yet tell you what I bought Hubs, being that it hasn't exactly arrived yet-
but know that it's custom made and absolutely adorable.
When Hubs found out that 3 years of marital bliss
is often marked by gifts of leather,
I kid you not, the biggest boy-like grin spread across his face
and I swear I saw him do a couple of covert fist pumps.
Happy Anniversary, Hubs.
You are everything I could've ever dreamed of
in a partner, a lover, a husband and a best friend.
And it only keeps getting better.
I love you much and lot's and bunches.
Forever and Always.