Mr. K and I don't really celebrate anniversaries so much as watch them go by. We have never been the type of couple to celebrate anything that has its own section in the greeting card aisle or that comes with a whole lot of silly, cultural baggage like having to remember the day you got married.
But this year, I left him alone with two 16-year-old boys while I took off for Paris, where I am celebrating our anniversary by spending the college fund on shoes that are never going to fit into my luggage. But trust me, he's enjoying this. He has filled the refrigerator with stuff he likes to call "actual food" and is watching back-to-back episodes of Antiques Roadshow late into the night.
I'll bet you ten bucks he doesn't even know where the boys are right now.
My point is, why did I let the Suburban Executive bully me into traveling with only carry-on luggage? Also, I am pretty sure today is our anniversary. Or possibly yesterday. It was hurricane season, I remember that. A Category 3 storm was days away from slamming into South Florida. Every other reporter in five states was about to get called into work, but we kept our phones off.
It was just another weather story. Little did we know the threat that weather would pose to our otherwise storybook marriage.
Photo: The secret is in not always looking where you are going. Also, wine.
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