Jonny and I celebrated our sixteenth anniversary last week with a long walk at beautiful Caledon (with the kids), and dinner out (without the kids). We are clearly far better at spending time outdoors than we are dining out. We were late getting back from Caledon and didn’t manage to get out the door until an hour and a half after our friend who was watching the kids arrived. When we reached the restaurant where we had planned to eat, we discovered that it was live music night and it was really loud. So we tried choice number two, next door. It was closed for a private event. It was around 9 p.m. at this point and I was so hungry and exhausted that I just wanted to go home. I wasn’t a very fun date. We ended up eating burgers, fries, and milkshakes at a high end burger joint. I felt like a going-out failure but Jonny just laughed. “This is way more ‘us,’ he said. I guess so. We just aren’t fancy night out people. We finished our shakes and drove home, planning for a redo soon. We need to aim for an afternoon date next time. I think that would be more our speed.
16 years. It feels like an accomplishment, but honestly, it makes us feel old. We kept trying to remember the details of the day we got married (we eloped in the N. Georgia mtns.), and they are getting awfully fuzzy! I’m sure we were laughing at ourselves then, just as we do now.
(Trying to get that perfect dorky anniversary shot. Larkspur was our photographer.)
p.s. Job’s sweater is here.