My husband and I celebrate lucky number 13 today. We will have a nice dinner, throw back a few drinks and enjoy the quiet since our daughter is with my parents, but for the most part, we’ll leave the fanfare to more newly-married couples.
We won’t reflect upon our wedding vows because, quite frankly, it’s unlikely either of us remember them. I don’t at least.
I’m sure they said something about promising to love, respect and cherish. To me, the first two were prerequisites to the wedding ceremony itself. The third makes me envision a ...