I married Rob. June 6, 1998. The thinking was that having an anniversary that coincided with the historic events at Normandy on June 6, 1944 would make it easier to remember. No, that's not true. It just seemed like a great date for a June wedding. Here we are, younger, less gray and just as in love as we are today.
Due to the joys of parenthood, work obligations and vacation dates, we took our annual Savannah trip a week early. Why Savannah? It is the nearest city with a large mall, several bookstores, and some great restaurants.
We don't do the classic Savannah romantic tour. We've been there and done that several times over. So there was no visit to the Owens-Thomas house (even though it is my absolute favorite place to visit in Savannah), no luncheon at Mrs. Wilkes Boarding House, no carriage tour, no stroll through the Mercer house or the Telfair Museum.
There was a trip to two book stores.
A 30 minute wait in line at New York & Company, complete with grumpy mother of newborn triplets who was exceptionally rude to the salesperson on duty. A stock-up of J.T.'s favorite shirts (on sale!) at Old Navy. A cute, corny photo both picture of Rob and I. Two book stores and a new camera from the electronics store.
The latest Indiana Jones movie (when did Harrison Ford get old?). A delicious drink before a scrumptious meal. A new pair of shoes with dangerously high heels that, in an example of cognitive dissonance, I both love and hate. They are beautiful. They kill my feet. As you can see, Abby loves them too!
We bought Abby some new lip gloss (the thing at the moment in the 3 age bracket) and some new color wonder paper. J.T. scored some Batman action figures and they both got books and a new leapster (the old one got left outside last summer. Rain and electronic devices don't mix). Rob spent most of his anniversary money at the toy store.
It was a lovely day with my beloved. Happy Anniversary Rob.
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