One Year Ago

There's been a bit of a semantic battle in my house this weekend. You see, one year ago this weekend, a biiiiig thing happened. The conventional position, advocated by the women in my life (wife, mother) is that one year ago today, my wife and I were married. My position is that one year ago today, I was snoozing my way across the country in first class. One year ago on this date, however, my wife and I were married.

Insufferably debating minute points like that is one of my favorite past times, which makes our one-year anniversary that much more impressive.

One year ago (on this date), at this time, I was lounging around a hotel room, anxiously killing time until it was time to go the church. Today, I find myself anxiously killing time until dinner time.

With all of the changes in our life over the past 12 months - the purchases, the pregnancy - we aren't doing anything elaborate to celebrate. There's no returning to honeymoon suite or weekend getaway. There isn't even any leftover cake from our reception to eat for dessert. It's just the two of us, spending a lazy Sunday afternoon together, trying not to overeat before we go to dinner this evening. She's taking a romantic nap while I write this sexy blog.

It might not seem glamorous, but it's perfect.