Twenty years ago today I was in Montreal, on the first leg of our fabulous honeymoon. So, yes, yesterday was our twentieth anniversary.
On our first anniversary, we were preparing for the new year of school. We'd both finally passed our master's exams.
On our second anniversary, I was five months pregnant and preparing for my orals.
On our fifth anniversary, I was preparing to file my dissertation and start my first full-time job.
On our tenth anniversary, I was brain-dead and sleep-deprived with month-old baby Nick.
On our fifteenth anniversary, we were just back from a California vacation and starting in on a busy semester.
And yesterday, the convertible top (just out of warranty)* refused to go up without breaking a part, but we still managed to go out to dinner and celebrate another good year. Whew!
*the guy at the dealer says since it's just four days over warranty and we've got low miles he'll put it in as warranty service. Happy Anniversary!