Today is my second wedding anniversary. For your second wedding anniversary you are traditionally supposed to give your spouse cotton so I got my wife a box of tampons. What can I say? I'm a traditionalist.
I'm sure she'll love them.
Don't worry, I'm taking her out to dinner, too. We'll be returning to the restaurant where we had our first date, Feast. In fact, we had our first date five years ago today. I remember that date very well.
I lived only a few blocks away so I arrived before her. I sat in the waiting area at the front of the restaurant. She pulled up in what could only be described as a "grandma car." It was her friend Jenny's car and it was some sort of large American four door. It might have been a Crown Victoria. It was the color of an old computer monitor that had been sitting in the sun. It was a good strategy on her part because of the striking contrast between her and the car.
She looked cute in her argyle sweater and jeans and I can only imagine I looked adorable in whatever it was I was wearing. I don't remember what we started talking about but I know that we just started talking. It was effortless and fun. We laughed. Suddenly, we were the only people in the restaurant. I don't mean to be cheesy; I mean that we were literally the last two people in the restaurant. We didn't even realize that the staff was waiting for us to leave so they could close the place down.
We eventually left and shared our first kiss on the corner outside the restaurant where I would propose to her two years later.
Since that day we've kept laughing and annoying restaurant staff. I love her more than ever and I'm lucky to have her as my wife.
I love you, Deanna. Happy Anniversary.