On our first anniversary, Emmett and I stayed overnight at a hotel and ate at a fancy French restaurant. There were thoughtful cards, presents, candles and possibly even flowers.
For our fourteenth anniversary,
I fed the children scrambled eggs, leftover noodles and frozen peas for dinner
before shoving them - gently - into the minivan
(one crying)
to take them to church
where we left them for 90 minutes
while we escaped to the oasis of Olive Garden.
No cards.
No flowers.
I wore jeans and a T-shirt.
Ha!
But we talked and we laughed and we had a great waitress and we ate a meal that I didn't cook.
It was a good date.
Yay for fourteen years!
Here's hoping for a weekend getaway when we hit fifteen. :)
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