Fifteen years of wedded bliss.

Yesterday was Richard and my 15th Anniversary. Technically the phrase “wedded bliss” is incorrect as we didn’t have a wedding, we had a commitment ceremony. Okay, I hear the chortling and the snorts. And I do fully understand the ironic symbolism of me being committed to (or in) an institution, or something that bears a strong resemblance to an institution. However, I am still going to have to ask you to keep your snide comments to yourself.

Yesterday wasn’t quite as special as our 12th Anniversary, which we spent in Paris. That one is going to be hard to beat. But we did what we could. Richard was very tired, his throat hurt, his skin burned, he had no appetite in part due to an odd metallic taste in his mouth (or as he more appropriately put it, in his body), he frequently broke out in hiccups, he had acid indigestion, his back hurt and he had a general feeling of overpowering malaise. Other than that he was totally fine.

I prepared a very forgettable dinner, unless you remember crunchy rice well into the next decade. It was not my fault. It was obviously inferior quality rice. The blueberry shortcake came out pretty good, however, saving the day.

Here’s to 15 more!