We anniverse.

Today is the two-year anniversary of our marriage. In our life together and our lives apart and our life together again, we have acquired the anniversary of many things. Our first kiss, last kiss and first kiss again. The day in 1995 when you told me you loved me, at the horror of me and your freshly-exed girlfriend. Our first date. Our last date. And if you're me, sentimental and romantic and lonely, it could be very sad to be thousands of miles away from your chosen one. In anticipation of this, I had thought maybe I would light candles and drink wine and watch our wedding video while listening to "Are You Lonesome Tonight?" on repeat.

Then I decided not to do that. I had a meeting today with someone who, while battling stomach cancer without insurance, works with the IV drug-using, drug addicted, imprisoned, homeless, hungry, HIV-positive populations in Baton Rouge. My husband isn't here, but we're healthy, clean, fed, sober (usually) and our kids are the same. We have a home and clean clothes and transportation. Being without my husband on our second anniversary is not tragic.

I decided I would cook dinner, grill it. You know how I love a kabob.

Chicken, red onions, red pepper and green pepper on a stick marinated in a sesame peanut sauce for three hours.

Cooked and yummy on our wedding plates!

There was going to be a salad with Greek dressing and crumbled goat cheese, but I forgot to get lettuce. Any minute now it's going to rain, and even if it wasn't, I don't want salad bad enough to go back to the store. We always have macaroni and cheese handy, so I made that.

But since Wilsons have to eat while we cook, there was fancy cheese - a soft cheese with green onions and garlic - and toasts.

 Oh, and wine.

And yesterday I made devil's food cake mix cookies, which you can eat with or without cream cheese icing and sprinkles.

You know I likes my sprinkles and icing.

But when I picked up the lid to the grill to put the kabobs on, it fell on my hand and burned us. It burns us!

Murphy has to be in pictures. He insists.

When I came home from work today, I had the most beautiful and ostentatious declaration of your undying affection sitting by the front door. In a crystal Lenox vase!

I love you, and I miss you. And we will have a rain-checked romantic anniversary dinner when you come home. In a month-ish.

Love,

Mrs. Allbritton (two l's and two t's. Two years of saying that down, sixty more to go.)

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