
In our younger years--about 1997
"We go together like peas and carrots," I said to Jon the other day. "But we don't ever eat peas with carrots so I don't like that one. How about...macaroni and cheese," I decided. "Yeah, because what good is macaroni without cheese?"
We were planning to celebrate our 15 fabulous years by going to the U2 concert. Our plans were changed, however, when Jon's uncle passed away and he traveled to his funeral in Utah instead. It was a very small sacrifice, really. We were both so, SO glad he was able to be there.
So, now we're planning a New York trip instead. Even better! And we went out for an extravagant steak dinner last night, too. He got peppercorn on his steak, I opted for crab on mine. Our waiter fluffled the potatoes and tossed the salad tableside and served an elaborate fruit, nut, cheese and crackers spread after dinner--a complimentary tradition we were told. It was wonderful!
Jon bought me a beautiful new watch and found the perfect card. It read:
Like bacon and eggs, like ham and cheese, like cookies and milk, like cake and ice cream...We belong together.
"Or like mac-n-cheese," he wrote on the bottom of the card.
Yeah, just like that.