Merkin and I celebrated our anniversary on our actual anniversary date, July 26th. I know I’ve blogged since then, but I’ve been trying to figure out what to say about 15 years of marriage. Sadly, this will not be a profound post. I think I’m in a bit of a writing slump these days. So I opted not to delay any longer and just type.
We didn’t exchange gifts this year — a fact for which I am very grateful. I’m terrible at gift-giving. I can never come up with the right thing — particularly when it’s for Merkin. We opted to just go out to dinner at our favorite Indian restaurant. We brought BratzBasher along because Merkin and BB had a storyteller meeting to attend that night. I got to tag along. The stories were very good. My favorite was one called “Keeper of Soles”, which was about the angel of death and a shoemaker. All in all, I rather enjoyed myself.
So…fifteen years. Wow. Sometimes it seems longer, and sometimes I’m sitting here thinking, “I can’t believe I’m actually a grownup — let alone one that’s been married for fifteen years.” Where does the time go? Not a single regret though. It hasn’t always been easy, but it’s definitely been worth it.
Here’s to another fifteen+, Merkin! (Insert cheesy proclamation of love here.)