OK, so we got married on Valentine's Day. There was a good reason - maybe great. I like a little attention on Valentine's Day. He HATES Valentine's Day and (had I not made my wishes known - in no uncertain terms - he would not ever have celebrated it at all). On New Year's Eve 18 years ago, the waiter gave me a fortune cookie after a delicious Chinese dinner. The fortune inside said "K, I love you, will you marry me?" and without spending any time keeping M hanging, I said yes. I also set the date - Valentine's Day. I told him that he never had to even think about Valentine's Day again, just celebrate our anniversary. So here we are - with a knitted & embroidered fortune cookie for him, celebrating our anniversary.
The bad news about having a romantic holiday for an anniversary is that we NEVER EVER EVER go out on that date. There is not a darn thing romantic and fun about fine restaurants with extra tables crammed in, bad service, and slipshod food due to the zillions of other people celebrating. We stay home and enjoy each other's company and go out some other time. The event too big to be contained within just one day.
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