Most people take expensive, exotic trips when their marriage reaches that 20 year mark. That would've been nice. Instead, we spent our 20th in a sweltering high school gym for Caleb's senior awards night.
There was no trip for this year's 21st anniversary, either. It's not that we don't love each other enough, I suppose it's just a matter of time and monetary restraints. Our kids are growing up, so we like to include them in the few trips we take.
This year, however, we did enjoy a rather indulgent celebratory dinner on water.
My marriage is the greatest blessing of my life. We just jive, you know. We simply work well together and enjoy one another. Thankfully, our ability to take selfies is not representative of our relationship. I mean, we're really bad at selfies.
Once Jon noticed that the steak came from Helmville, Montana, his dinner decision was made. His grandfather once ran a cattle ranch in Helmville.
I opted for salmon. Delicious doesn't begin to describe our decadent food.
We tried--and failed again--another selfie as we were leaving.
Great night with a great guy, bad selfies notwithstanding. Happy 21st Anniversary to us!