Today I am celebrating my 15th wedding anniversary to a guy I am totally in love with. Like so much in love, that if someone asked me whether I had to choose between $10 billion or John-Mark, I wouldn’t even hesitate to say John-Mark, only John-Mark! And then, if they upped the price to $11 billion? Same answer, but I’d hesitate slightly.
Even though he’s so priceless, I still did not get him a card or a gift because that’s what happens on your 15th anniversary. You’re OK without that stuff (although if J-M snuck me a little something, I’d not turn it away).
Plus we did “JUST go to Costa Rica, HELLO.”
That’s me quoting my teenage daughter, when she heard we’re heading out to dinner at a swanky restaurant. That’s because our friends gave us a gift certificate for marrying them at an impromptu ceremony. Remember that? It’s also because we’re indulgent. First a tropical vacation and then dinner out? So. Weird.
I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to post an old entry from four years ago. Not because I’m lazy and it’s easier to recycle old entries, not because I’m late for dinner and really should change into something besides shorts and a tank when patronizing a reputable establishment… but because in our 11th year, I discovered a life-changing truth about marriage that keeps me thrilled to be married to this guy 15 years later.
Check it out: Elevenses.
Happy Anniversary John-Mark. You’re worth more than $10 billion by a long shot.