Last week, my husband and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary. Our celebration was simple: dinner out, ice cream afterwards, and a relaxed walk through the local arboretum after an otherwise typical weekday filled by regular errands and obligations: picking up our kids' Chromebooks for the new school year, driving our oldest back and forth from her job, fitting in an eye exam, and doing prep-work for the upcoming semester.
In the midst of this, we both forgot about anniversary cards. I had bought a card on time, but I hadn't filled it out. He had picked one up from the store the morning after our anniversary. That next evening -- two decades plus one day -- we both opened our cards to find this:
It's been twenty years, but, clearly, we're still suckers for each other.
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