We have a tradition at our house.
(Note: I love being able to say that. I think every family should have lots of traditions. They're just repeated moments of meaning and fun and goodness. The repetition aids memory, and I want Chris and I -- and our someday kiddos -- to look back on our life together as a really, really good thing.)
That tradition is to celebrate our cumplemes. That's our "month-iversary," except that we've adopted the much tider Spanish translation.
So on the eleventh of every month, we have some form of ice cream and some sort of pizza, and we make sure to spend it together. I've cancelled plans at least once because I realized that it was our cumplemes, and there was no way I was going to miss out on that special bit of one-on-one time with my husband.
Well, today is our cumplemes, independent of the fact that we are both fighting off colds and deadlines. We ordered this pizza....
|Chicago style, baby!|
|how much of it we ate is not open for discussion...|
|a better look at the pattern on the ottoman and pillows|
Happy 15 months, Chris. Even when we're sick, being married to you is something worth celebrating.