Happy Anniversary, Baby, got you on my mind

Today is our 28th wedding anniversary. 28 years. Man. It doesn't seem that long. It just seems like yesterday, really, that I met him. He told me something the other day that I'd never known. I remember going home and telling my parents about this really cute boy that I'd met in speech class, and I remember my dad getting down the phone book and trying to find out where he lived, but I wasn't sure how to spell his name. He cleared that up for me with his first speech, which was all about how people never knew how to spell his last name, and he wrote it on the board. I was glad about that, it meant I didn't have to ask.

What I didn't know was that he'd registered for the speech class because I was in it. He didn't need speech--he'd taken it already in high school. But he saw me sitting on the hill, reading, and wanted to get to know me better.

I'm so thankful that he did, and so thankful that we're still together after all these years.

We went out to dinner last night, to Stephenson's Apple Farm. We didn't have a very good meal the last time we went there, they've seemed to go downhill the last few times. So we had thought we'd try somewhere else. But Bob got worried about it, said that we shouldn't mess with tradition, so that's where we went, and it was fine. Very good, in fact.

Of course, it might have been the Asti Spumanté . . .

He suggested it, and it sounded good, so we each ordered a glass (it was funny -- I had wondered how they did that with sparkling wine, how you could order just a glass -- it came in little individual bottles, very cute), and made an anniversary toast. When the waitress brought the wine, I told her that we were celebrating our anniversary, so after our meal she brought a little carrot cake with a candle in it, and I wished for 28 more happy years, and blew it out.

I bought Bob a pair of leather driving gloves and a black turtleneck, and he bought me candles -- vanilla, and lavender, and sage -- and amethyst earrings, and a pen with a black cat's head on top that also blows soap bubbles, and a shot glass with a purple skull on it. Nothing if not eclectic.

He also wrote me a song, which he sang to me over the phone today. I don't remember all of it, just the line, "We got married in Oklahoma, I was so scared, I was in a coma . . ."

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