Yesterday, Smith and I celebrated our 35th anniversary by going to our favorite sushi place for dinner. As is my usual MO, I took no pictures, as apparently, I live only in moments I never remember to share.
For 35 years Smith has put up with my foibles, insecurities, and quirks, and I feel very lucky he's willing to do so. We've lived in this house for almost all of our married years and I can't imagine leaving it, although I would like to make a few changes in decor.
In 1980 I believed in perms (had to have that full curly head of hair everyone else). In 1980 I didn't believe in sunblock, and those lily white arms are now speckled with spots. In 1980 I felt young and beautiful, and now, I feel much older, still beautiful, perhaps. While I've heard it said age brings wisdom, I'm not sure I've become any wiser, unless that means being smart enough to stay married to this wonderful man for 35th years.