Anniversary

It's official: as of yesterday, Ned and I have been married for two years. So far, we've been pretty low-key for the event. I like keeping to the traditional "gifts," like paper (year one) and cotton (year two.) Last year, we simply wrote a note to one another, and this year we'll probably do something similar. Cotton's in paper, right? I'd like to think so.

Ned's doesn't really excel at gift giving, so I like to throw him a rope and I try to remember that he excels at other things, like rubbing my feet whenever I stick them in his face, or making me feel better about a trying customer, or even running all of the errands for the day and making dinner when I'm having a long day in the office.

Something he's learned as we've been together is how to be a great nurse when I'm sick... which unfortunately I needed yesterday after a drunky Friday night. We had a friend in from San Francisco and went out for some fun - I just had a little too much and wound up with a nasty hangover on Saturday, our anniversary.

I felt terrible, and even worse about being laid up on our special day - but Ned reminded me once again how sweet and affectionate he can be as he propped me up with pillows, kept my water glass full and hung out with me until I started to feel like a human again.

It was a very nice anniversary present.