Today, Bob and I celebrate ten years of marriage. And, by “celebrate,” I mean Bob is working all day while I shepherd our three children through the school routine and then haul them to an afternoon birthday party where one or more of them will inevitably have a Friday Afternoon Meltdown. Do not ever accuse us of not knowing how to party.
For our past nine anniversaries, Bob and I, instead of exchanging gifts, have exchanged love letters. (I know. I KNOW. I apologize for the incredible schmoopiness. Especially first thing in the morning. You were probably enjoying a nice breakfast and now I’ve ruined it with all of the romantic love thoughts.)
Anyway, I don’t remember the exact reason we started writing each other love letters. I think it probably had something to do with the fact that I was heavily pregnant with Henry when our first anniversary rolled around and we were, at the time, paying someone an exorbitant amount of money to paint the interior of our home. We probably didn’t want to spend money on gifts. Or, go through the effort of shopping. We’re pretty lazy gift givers so we could have used anything, really, as an excuse.
Regardless of reasoning, we have kept up the letter writing every year since our first anniversary. It has become a lovely habit and something we look forward to as the calendar turns to October. Some years, our notes are lengthy. Some years, they’re short and very sweet. All of the letters capture and summarize our married life during the previous twelve months. They are extremely precious. I hope, one day, our children read them and realize just how deeply their parents cared for and loved one another.
This year, one decade in, I felt our anniversary deserved a little more attention. Ten years is a lot of years and I wanted to do something special to celebrate the longevity of our somewhat unlikely union. So, I made Bob a movie filled with my favorite photographs from the past decade of our marriage. Sort of a twist on our love letter tradition; celebrating with pictures instead of words.
I still put pen to paper and wrote him a love letter though. It states, essentially, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, HERE, ENJOY THIS THING I MADE THAT TOOK UP ALL OF MY HOURS FOR MANY MANY DAYS! CUE SLIDESHOW! (I’m serious, putting this thing together took forever. He better love it and cherish it for all time because I probably should have just written him a letter and called it a day.)
Happy anniversary, Robert. I am so incredibly excited for the next ten.
(And, because my parents will ask, you can click here to view a larger version.)