Holy do-you-know-how-old-I-was-when-my-parents-celebrated-15-years Batman?!?!
Old enough to remember it. (Old enough to babysit so my parents could go on a date for the first time in 13 years.)
But here we are (well, were; our official anniversary was Wednesday) with our own 15 year milestone.
We celebrated in true understated fashion; dinner at home, cards for each other and leafing through the wedding album.
The menu consisted of bacon wrapped filet mignon topped with goat cheese and a balsamic reduction, roasted potatoes, butternut squash and kale salad with brownies and ice cream for dessert.
I had a beautiful plan in my head, I started with enough time and everything was on schedule. Until Tarzan got hung up at work and Cheetah decided he needed to eat immediately. It was a downhill slope from there.
When we finally sat down to eat, the filet was dry, the potatoes were cold, the squash was just okay but the salad - which was a dumped from a bag into a bowl - was lovely. Bless him, Tarzan ate it all - ate so much there wasn't room for dessert so we ate the brownies yesterday.
We did look over the wedding photos and redid the celebration in our heads the way we should have done it - not the least of which was getting a photographer who used digital!! - laughing over how young everyone looked and how big the glasses were:
The whole night was a metaphor of our marriage; we had a plan, a good plan, a considerate, modest plan, and it all went different than we thought. Scheduling out of our control, demands we hadn't expected, results less than perfect and hindsight being 20/20 we'd have done it differently and maybe saved ourselves some stress.
But in the end we have each other (and now Cheetah too!) so it is worth all the insanity.
This is me and it's a ride.