As I mentioned in my last post, yesterday was my one-year wedding anniversary.  One year down, and we’ve already survived a true test to our marriage: sharing a bathroom.  Not just any bathroom.  An inconceivably small bathroom with no storage for my products and a door that didn’t shut all the way.  I place a lot of value on my privacy, and being forced to use a bathroom with a door that didn’t shut properly was mildly traumatizing.

But we have since moved on to bigger and better – and separate – bathrooms, and with separate bathrooms comes marital bliss.  So how did we celebrate this momentous occasion?  Well, Damon had to work a bit on Sunday, so he determined we weren’t going to just celebrate our anniversary day, but our anniversary weekend.  Hey – go big or go home.

Therefore on Saturday we spent eight hours in a childbirth and delivery class where the instructor told us that labor is going to hurt a lot, and then showed us incredibly graphic videos of childbirth.  It was so romantic.

That evening we caught a Norfolk Tides game.  Damon loves baseball, and while I typically enjoying catching a game, this past season I have not been so inclined to sit in oppressive heat for hours on end, not drinking beer.  I have been much more inclined to sit on my couch in my air-conditioned living room eating ice cream.  But I had the feeling Damon had gotten me a better anniversary gift than I him, so I figured I better agree to the game just in case.

Sunday morning, our actual anniversary, I woke up to a homemade breakfast in bed!  Just kidding.  I actually woke up to a text that read something along the lines of, “I got called into work this morning, but will be back in time for brunch”.  Because I am such an understanding and loving wife, I didn’t let this irk me. (Plus, I respect my husband’s work for this country and have accepted his schedule won’t always be convenient.  At least I accept it most of the time.  On days when he has presents in his possession to give me, I definitely accept it).

We did eventually make it to brunch, and had planned on following our meal with a leisurely day in Williamsburg.  But forest fires had made the air quality unsafe for “sensitive groups”, of which I am now included, and we also got hit by thunderstorms.  So instead we took a nap.  And it was glorious.  We also caught a movie and then, in an attempt to recreate our Spanish honeymoon, stuffed our faces at a tapas restaurant for dinner.  Also glorious.

Enjoying dinner at a tapas restaurant in Majorca, where we honeymooned.

If you want your anniversary to be some major, exciting, memorable event, I would suggest scheduling it on a day when nature won’t thwart your plans.  But all in all, our anniversary was exciting and memorable in that it was the first time in a long time that Damon and I had a chance to just relax at home by ourselves – that is a rare occurrence these days, and I don’t expect it to happen again for another 18 years or so.  We enjoyed every minute.  I would love to know how you readers have celebrated your big occasions!

Lastly, because I’m feeling all sentimental and nostalgic, I’m posting a slideshow of our wedding that our amazing photographer (Annette Biggers of Triplecord photography) created shortly after the big day. You probably won’t enjoy it nearly as much as I do, but this is my blog and reminiscing about our wedding and the great year we’ve had since makes me smile.  Hope it makes you smile, too.