Foregoing the traditional, but not terribly exciting paper gift, Steve and I marked 12 months of marriage by exchanging gear. Carabiners, outerwear, Chacos, and a climbing helmet, for example, plus a toe ring (for me), to replace the one I lost in Greece right after our engagement.
We celebrated with a weekend in the mountains, three days of climbing, eating, wine-drinking, relaxing, and singing the silly anniversary jingle that Steve concocted. 'twas glorious, not the least because it was our very first just-us-two getaway since the honeymoon. Also, we capped off the festivities with a mini-version of our wedding cake, courtesy of my parents. It was as delicious as I remembered - even better because I finally got to eat an entire piece.
This first year of our marriage has been quite a ride. We've put a couple of our vows to the test, notably the "in sickness and in health" part and the "for richer or poorer" stuff. We've laughed and cried and giggled and compromised, and we've shared a million mundane moments that have brought us closer together than I ever imagined possible.
I used to wonder how couples stayed together for years and decades without getting bored with one another. How they could still have something new to learn, something interesting to talk about, after living with one another day in and day out, and dealing with all the minutiae of everyday living. I get it now.
Happy anniversary, sweetie.