Linking up with my favorite Friday Peeps: Five Minute Friday.
I spent my last anniversary playing spoons with my friends from Maine, who came all the way to Kansas to spend our most romantic night together.
Nah. Not really. They were heading on their way to see family, and they dropped in. We ate cheeseburgers and cherry pie and ice cream and I lost miserably at spoons because something happens when I multitask.
By multi-tasking I mean:
- cleaning up sticky plates and forks
- cutting more pie
- occasionally grabbing for a spoon
- watching my children laugh like crazy
- kissing my husband on the side of his mouth. Right on his furry beard. Because it’s extra fuzzy there.
We have been married twelve years. As Brian put it: “Twelve long, very long, LONG years.” He said this smiling and stirring his coffee and I loved the snark in him. Mostly Brian is not one with the snark. He doesn’t carry the snark well. He wears it like a suit that is a bit too loose; his shirt sleeves hanging too long over his wrists. Goofy.
By the way, I noticed that Brian smells a bit like maple syrup. So, it’s like making out with a lumberjack, really. If you’re into that kind of thing.
It was the perfect anniversary. Ever, in the history of anniversaries.
More today than yesterday. Happy anniversary my sweet man.
I think, perhaps also, the picture kinda says it all. Doesn’t it?
Because, this is Marriage. Episode #22366. And many more to come.