Ellie told me this morning during breakfast that there was a surprise upstairs in my bedroom. But in the rush of getting Luke and Ellie out of the door, I didn't go upstairs until they had already left for school. Oh I wish I had while she was still home!
I came upstairs to my bed made, and post-it notes on the wedding picture above my bed.
I LOVE my anniversary. (Almost as much as my birthday, but in a simpler way.) When I was a child, throughout all my elementary school years I had a friend in my class, Lisa, whose birthday was April 24th. I always thought she was a beautiful girl and everyone liked her, and for some reason I thought my fall birthday paled in comparison to having such a glorious spring date as a birthday. There just seemed to be something about that date that I loved. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact she always seemed to hold her birthday parties on Sundays and our family chose not to go to birthday parties on Sundays and so her birthdays were all the more glorified to me.
It was during my childhood that I attended a wedding once on a Thursday and afterwards walked down to the local shops, still in my pretty dress. A man stopped me and asked,
**insert a gentleman-y english accent here** "What are you doing all dressed up on a Thursday afternoon?"
When I replied I had been to a wedding he responded,
"Thursday?! What an interesting day to get married."
I left the exchange determined that Thursday was indeed the most romantic day to be married and I decided right then and there that I would be married on a Thursday.
Fast forward to January of 1997.
Mike and I "decided" (it's a long story and I really will one day soon finish the last episode of the "Mike and Tiffany blog post series" I started four years ago!) while sitting in his black Chevy truck late when night, that we were going to get married. I immediately said I wanted to get married on April 24th. Of course he had no strong feelings either way. Imagine to my surprise and sheer joy that when I returned home that night, I realized April 24th, 1997 was a THURSDAY!!!!!!!!!!
Obviously it was meant to be. And I have experienced nothing but sheer joy for 15 years since.
Okay, I'm kidding. It hasn't all been sheer joy for 15 years--but I wouldn't trade Mike for anything. He's a good guy to have around. I've written lots of posts in the past about how opposite and different we are, but it works beautifully for us. I love, LOVE, LOVE him.