The most ridiculous thing to ever be thought of is a themed gift for an anniversary. Half of them don’t even make sense. Take year 6 for example. This year, there is a choice between candy, for sweetness, or iron, for strength. Who in the world sat down and thought, for my sixth anniversary, I want a Snickers and an anvil. Asinine!
Now, I can understand twenty-five, silver, and fifty, gold, because of our make it to those, you deserve all the riches in he world! But all the others are silly. Why does it matter? Why is there an actual list of gifts that you should get your beloved based on how long you’ve been together? What if Becky is allergic to chocolate, and Tim hates metal working? Their anniversary is ruined because they followed a list!
I digress, and move to the real point and purpose of this post. My sixth wedding anniversary is coming up. Honestly, it pales in comparison to how long we have been together in total, but I was hoping to make this year special above the rest until I saw candy or iron.
Before I hop back on that soapbox, I don’t believe I will give my husband any of the suggested, more traditional gifts, but instead, a gift tailored specifically to the man I know and love. That’s what should matter. I know my husband, and I am celebrating choosing him over anyone else, and I will do it the best way I know how, without the support of a crazy list.
Happy Anniversary, babe! I love you more!
Moving on now to the wedding weekend festivities! This will be a multi-part series much like the Bachlorette posts. Hang tight as I go from start to finish on this second and final piece to a wonderful ride!
Our bags are packed, and we’re ready to go.
A beautiful bride, dressed in white, accented by the snowcap mountains in the distance.
A handsome groom, waiting at the alter nestled beyond a bridge as the river ripples beneath the marching wedding party’s feet.
It’s an image I can picture as easily as I can my own reaction. My long time friend getting married to the man of her dreams, the look in both of their eyes as they see each other for the first time at the alter; it’ll be all I can do not to cry!
Here begins another chapter in my book, an exciting tale of travel, but this is the first in the chapter of my best friend and her soon to be husband’s lifetime together!
My husband and I have been together for almost 13 years, married for now 4 years. They say the traditional gift for the 4th wedding anniversary is fruit or flowers while the modern gift is a/an applicance(s).
Flowers die. Well, at least mine do. And I can’t imagine a more backhanded way to tell someone what you think of them than to buy them a Dirt Devil vacuum, so I guess the fruit will just have to do.
And I don’t mean that I will be expecting fruit. No, no, ladies. As with every year, I will be giving the gift.
I have said this to my male friends, and they go into shock. Apparently most women only anticipate receiving gifts on such events rather than gifting one to their man, too.
This is unacceptable as it was a shared day when you and your partner joined in holy matrimony. Why shouldn’t both parties be on the receiving end in celebration of your union?
For my and my husband’s wedding anniversary, chocolate covered strawberries will be given to him in celebration of our love. How many will remain in the box before I give it to him as a gift is a different post entirely. One strawberry out of eight would still count, right? Mmm, chocolate covered strawberries.