anniversaries and traditions
Today is the summer solstice -- it's also Marcus and my first-eighth anniversary. Eight years ago today, Marcus and I had a very long leisurely lunch of tapas and sangria, before heading to a hotel to get married, on relatively short notice, in front of relatively few friends.
(This particular marriage came up sort of suddenly, for visa-obtaining purposes. The elaborate, better-scheduled and much more carefully-planned white wedding happened 2 months later. We'll therefore celebrate our second-eighth anniversary in August.)
Anyway, since then, Marcus and I celebrate every one of our first-anniversaries with sangria and tapas. Tonight was no exception.
Happy anniversary, Marz. Here's to 80 more.