So, here's the card I got from the LOML* this morning:
And the inside:
You can see why I married him. I laughed until the tears rolled down my face. Even after thirty (!!!) years, he can still crack me up. Anyone who's been reading this blog for long knows how important that is to me.
(Okay, so he also got me a sappy-sweet card--he's the King of Getting Me Two Cards for Every Occasion--but that one's just for me.)
It was the second time I lost it laughing over this anniversary. First of all, 30 FREAKIN' YEARS? Seriously, how'd that happen? Sure, we were mere babies when we tied the knot, but that's still an awfully long time. Makes us officially Old People, or something. Which is odd, because we don't feel old**.
Anyway, the other day, in the middle of all the crazy Christmas/Birthday (son-in-law was born on Christmas Day)/New-Year's partying, it occurred to me that thirty was kind of a big anniversary, and I wanted to plan something other than our usual we're-both-homebodies-and-worn-out-from-the-holidays-so-let's-just-have-a-quiet-evening-at-home celebration.
Not really knowing where to begin, I did what I always do -- I googled it. Came upon a web page full of suggestions for how to celebrate a thirtieth anniversary, ranging from dinner and a show to trips to Australia. (A trip to Australia is a little rich for our blood, and a show? Come on. TG works well over a hundred shows a year. No way will I subject him to that.)
But the part that looked really interesting was the "romantic" suggestion. The article recommended donning something sexy and meeting hubs in the bedroom. And (this is the part that had me rolling) it cautioned "Don't forget to dim the lights!)
Ganted, I probably do look better in dim lights these days, but really, TG doesn't seem to mind.
So, what I think we'll do is go out to our favorite restaurant. I'll have a Manhattan and TG will have a martini. We'll order the prime rib, and we'll laugh together over what fun ride our marriage has been. We'll make a few plans for how we'll spend our next thirty years together, and then we'll come home early.
And we'll leave the lights on, thank you very much. Because we still look damn fine to each other. :)
*Love of my Life
**Most of the time. There are the odd creaky mornings here and there, but since that happened even when we were in our twenties, I don't count it so much.
P.S. The 30th is traditionally the Pearl Anniversary, so if you have any pearls of wisdom to offer, feel free.