Not Two But One

^That's what it says on the inside of DH's wedding ring. It was a line from the poem he used to propose to me.

I gave him that ring 10 years ago. DH and I celebrated a decade of marriage last week.

We had been planning for years to take a tropical vacation for our tenth anniversary, but my decision to go to school kind of ate up those funds.

We decided instead to go somewhere swanky for dinner. We had heard the french restaurant La Caille was very nice, so we made reservations.

When we got there, we discovered it was VERY nice. Truly, it was the most divine food I've ever put in my mouth. I had lobster bisque (garnished with caviar) and lamb. My entree looked just like this:

DH and I then split a dessert sampler. We ate by candlelight, sat by a gorgeous fire, our waitress de-crumbed our table between courses and the bread was simply the most perfect bread I've ever had.

I've debated whether or not it's appropriate to tell you the amount of our bill. Because this place is so classy and classy people apparently don't discuss money, but since I'm not quite classy, I'll compromise by giving you a comparison:

Burger King = $

Chili's = $$

Market Street Grill = $$$

La Caille = $$$$$$$$$$

Happy Anniversary.

We consoled ourselves with the knowledge that it still cost significantly less than a tropical vacation.

We also consoled ourselves with the next best thing, The Hawaiian Hideaway room at The Anniversary Inn.

This is us in our bamboo bed, fat and happy after our fancy dinner.

The room was awesome, painted to look like it was on an island. There was a big tub, a waterfall shower, and the bed built in a grass hut.

We slept in, ate cookies and croissants, drank sparkling cider and lounged around until check out at noon. It was delicious in every sense.

Then we spent several hours at the Home and Garden show. It was actually very fun.

That evening we went to Johnny Corrino's. Not quite La Caille, but they did have Italian sodas.

After dinner we headed to The Hale Center theater where we saw the musical "A Tale of Two Cities," which is also one of my favorite books. It affected me so strongly that I couldn't stop crying until we were in the car. I felt dumb, but it was awesome.

The whole celebration was just perfect, and I was most happy to be alone with my best friend the whole time. After ten years, I've never been more sure about anything than I am that I picked the most awesome guy to marry. I'm so glad he picked me too.

We are also so grateful to grandma T who was able to come stay with the kids, and to Reese's Pieces who lent me hot clothes and sexy heels so I wouldn't feel like a shmuck at the restaurant. The shoes kind of backfired since they were so pointy and the tile floors were slick and uneven. Looking like a shmuck was not avoided, but I looked totally hot while sitting.