Happy Anniversary to my Husband, Mike. Today marks three years of marrital bliss, October 22, 2005.
We didn't have a fancy wedding. We had family come in town and had a JP come over to the house. We then threw a big reception/party that evening.
We met on a blind date on December 9, 2002. He chose a Monday because he "didn't want to ruin the weekend" in case the date went bad. He was over 20 minutes late picking me up. I found out later that he wasn't planning on showing up at all.
Needless to say, I was not a happy camper when he showed up. I was very annoyed, which made for a bad first impression.
These are the flowers he brought home this afternoon. Aren't they pretty? A little mix of everything including a rose for each year we've been married and an extra for that next year, kinda like a pinch to grow an inch on the birthday candles.
The traditional gift for the third anniversary is leather. A few weeks ago, no I didn't leave it to the last minute this year, I bought him a very nice brown leather belt since he was in need a new one. I also bought him some socks so I wasn't just giving him a belt.
As he was getting dressed this morning, I thought to myself, "Oh yeah, go get his belt!" I ran upstairs, nothing... I ran to my car, nothing... where was it?
Do you ever hide something from someone else, but end up hiding it from yourself? I have torn my house apart looking for this bag with a belt and socks. I asked Mike if he happened to find something that he wasn't supposed to have found. He said no.
I ran out this afternoon to get a cheapy belt and new socks just to wrap up, so I could continue to look for the nice belt. When he got home and brought the flowers, I gave him his present. He was very excited about the socks and thought that was it. I told him there was more. I explained what happened and he just laughed.
So, either I am going to kill myself looking for this belt and socks, or I'm going to go return this cheapy one and get him another nice one... maybe he just wants more socks since he was excited about those...
I hate when I hide things from myself!
Happy Anniversary, Mike!