Number nine…number nine…
Thursday, January 8th, 2009
Four days ago, my parents had their 40th wedding anniversary, and today, Jeremy and I celebrate our own nine years of wedded bliss. Yay!
We generally go out for a nice meal on our anniversary, but this year we really didn’t know what we wanted to do. We didn’t have the burning desire to check out a particular restaurant in Brighton, and we couldn’t come up with something special to cook at home, so we just kept going back and forth—“What do you wanna do?” “I dunno, what do you wanna do?”—until it looked like we wouldn’t do anything because we just couldn’t decide.
Then last night, Jeremy asked, “If you could have anything at all, what type of food would you want?” I, predictably, said “Italian” and admitted that I’d been having a craving for some good Mediterranean cuisine lately: mozzarella, Parma ham, figs, fresh pasta…
Jeremy said that, for our anniversary, we should splash out on something with truffles, like we had in Bologna several years ago. I said I didn’t know where you could buy truffles. Jeremy said Italy. I laughed and (jokingly!) said, “Oh, should we fly to Bologna to buy some truffles?” Jeremy said, “Yeah, why not?” And aside from the fact that I had ordered a veg box which would be showing up before the weekend, I really couldn’t think of a reason why not.
And with that, Jeremy got his laptop, fired up lastminute.com, and booked us a flight and two nights in a hotel in Bologna for the weekend.
Jeremy, my love, even after nine years of marriage, you never cease to amaze me. Thank you, and happy anniversary!
Awesome! And Happy Anniversary!
Happy anniversary! Have fun in Italia! Buona fortuna!
How very romantic, spontaneous and sweet!
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