17 May happy anniversary, my love.
We were in college, and we had only been dating a year. But that’s all it took to know. It was my birthday, and he took me to the nicest restaurant that he could afford. In our small hometown, there weren’t many choices. So we ate my favorite Chinese dishes at a small candlelit table among a few other couples in the room. Then, like only a smooth, suave, young man in his early twenties can do, he dropped his napkin on the floor. When he casually went to pick it up, he dropped to one knee, pulled out a diamond ring, and asked me to marry him.
I said yes, of course, and the next 16 years are a blur of joy, triumphs, and adventures.
Happy Anniversary, Ed. This is the year that I have been waiting for. Lucky number 16. I am so grateful that I get to share it with you. Every year with you is better than the last, and I’m blessed to be able to share my life, memories, family, and growing old with my best friend and confidant. You are the reason I am who I am. I love you more than you know.
I’ve told many an engagement story here, but never our own. So here’s to our story. And the pages that follow. And lucky number 16. Cheers!