One perfect rose. After 12 years, he knew that one perfect rose would make me happier than any dozen ever would. We don't really "celebrate" our anniversary so much. Usually we just go out to dinner, alone, and exchange cards and it's enough for us. Last year he surprised me with my favorite Red Sox stadium blanket when we went camping over our anniversary weekend. It was cold that weekend and a better gift was never had. This year we decided that in light of our upcoming vacation next week we'd forgo the celebrations and just exchange cards.
Imagine my surprise on Monday when he came home with a beautiful rose. It's hard to believe that it's been 12 years already. Some days it seems like we were married only yesterday. Other days it seems like he has been in my life since day one, how can it only have been 14 years? How did I ever manage without him? I still amazes me how love works.
How you can think you love someone as much as you possibly ever could.. and the next thing you know some time has passed and you discover that you love them even more. The early years of our marriage were stressful and chaotic.. and I can't say that (for the most part) that I miss them. I can appreciate how wonderful things are now because I have that comparison to make. It makes me appreciate all that we've been through.. to be here, now. I wouldn't trade these last half dozen years, with the ups and downs for anything. People heckled us when we got married on the 13th. My brother preached the "your anniversary will fall on Friday the 13 more than a few times over the course of your marriage" speech until I was ready to throttle him. I like to think they were all wrong. I feel pretty darn lucky.