You can stop laughing now.
As much as I'm usually allergic to obvious sentiment, I secretly enjoy that the AH & I have our little days, the ones that are just ours, the ones for which Hallmark hasn't made a card yet. It may be silly, it may be excessive, but it is ours.
Plus, you know me well enough by know than to think I'd pass on a nice dinner opportunity.
Before I make an irreversible turn down Smug Married Lane, let me say this - I'm not claiming that my Pretty marriage is perfect. From Dog Poop Paralysis to actually serious issues, we deal with the same highs and lows as any couple.
Some bloggers believe that a blogger isn't being authentic unless his or her posts detail each and every "real" marital detail, both the good and the bad. While I like reading some such blogs, that isn't what I do here. Call me delusional, call me in denial, but this is my e-happy-place, a spot where I mostly like to memorialize the good*, marriage included.
*With the occasional mullet exception because, you know, MULLETS.
So if you'll forgive me the uncharacteristic lack of snark today, I'm feeling grateful. There aren't many areas in which I don't second guess myself - my greatest hits include the city I left behind, the colleges I attended, the career path I've taken, (and apparently things starting with the letter "C") - but my marriage is one area in which I don't look back. Not to say it will always be thus - I'm guessing it won't, but just for today, I am happy.