While July 23, 1987 is the day we were married in a civil ceremony in Odense, Denmark, December 5th of that same year is the day we were married again in a church ceremony in Mr. Lucky’s hometown.
I actually forgot this year . . . but he remembered! In fact, it was the first thing he said this morning: “Do you know what day this is, Karen?”
I hadn’t had my coffee yet, and fighting a bad cold, I coughed out half a lung before I managed to choke out something about it being Friday.
“It’s our other anniversary!” he exclaimed. That man doesn’t even need coffee. He wakes up cheerful. I’m grumpy till at least 4 pm.
He gave me a beautifully beribboned gold box of Lindt chocolate truffles.
How I love that man. If staying married to him means chocolate every anniversary, then I’m in for another year.
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Happy Other Anniversary, Karen -- how cool to celebrate twice a year!
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