730 days of marital bliss

May 3 is my favorite holiday. Our anniversary.

I love our anniversary because it's a private holiday. Unlike a birthday, very few people actually remember your anniversary, but there's that special little feeling...a glow you wear around all day--just like it's your birthday. It's special.

And because our anniversary comes just after the end of tax season, it's been our tradition (can you call something a tradition if you've done it only twice?) to lie low...to plant our garden and tidy up the yard...to splurge on a farm-fresh locavore dinner out in wine country.

And we like keeping up with the traditional wedding gifts.Two whole years of marriage is commemorated with gifts of the cotton variety. I got Taylor a new set of cotton sheets for our bed, with our monogram in our wedding colors. Taylor laid out new cotton beach towels (extra long!) and sunscreen for our upcoming summer of paddleboarding and outdoor adventures. His presentation was on point.

It's hard to believe we said "I do" two years ago. There are details of the day I can recall like yesterday, but then there are other moments that are already slipping away into the depths of my memory. We've already packed a lot of experiences into our marriage.

Not every day is a honeymoon, of course. I can say with certainty I know I am a difficult person. And Taylor is quite a saint for putting up with me and loving me unconditionally. I am so thankful for Taylor's patience and compassion. His threshold and tolerance for my moments of near-insanity is uncanny. Our minds work differently--his more analytical, while mine more creative, but we tend to complement and balance each other out. Taylor is really good at pushing me beyond my level of comfort when we're out exploring. We climb a little higher, run a little farther, and always take the scenic route. We're *always* in agreement when it comes to "the experience," and have no qualms about prioritizing and paying for the things that will make us memories versus material things.

Finally got that wedding album made...and a special foodie treat from my mom.

Nice presentation, T.B.

Our new favorite winery: Vista Hills--where they jam to records on the record player.

Of course we brought man's BFF along...

This guy's always wanted to take me to the rooftop bar in his college town, so we sipped margarita above the town of McMinneville.

We actually ended up at Nick's Italian, a well-regarded resto in Mac-town...crab lasagna and this beast of a pizza. Not too shabby.

And finally, some recently uncovered wedding photos of Hazel and Leo.

Until next year...