Five Years Later

Last Friday, July 24, Wes and I celebrated our five year anniversary. It's hard to belive it's only been five years. It feels that way in part, I suppose, because we'd been dating almost four when we got married, which means that we've spent almost a third of our lives together.

In true Wes-and-Liz fashion, we didn't do anything really noteworthy for our annivesary. We've never taken a true honeymoon, never stayed in some romantic hotel for our anniversary. One year we went to OHOP (that's the Original House of Pancakes) for breakfast after Wes worked an overnight. Last year we sort of skipped doing anything since my mom, sister, and sister-in-law were arriving for the baby shower. But we did celebrate in our own weird way this year. Wes left flowers for me when I got home from Georgia on Saturday -- conventional, but nice from a man who doesn't really buy flowers. He left a cute note, too.

I'd found a sitter to come on Sunday night so we could try out one of the cute, local restaurants at the end of our block. Little did I realize when I did that that everything cute and local in Nashville is closed on Sunday night. We ended up having a progressive dinner or sorts: appetizers at Jackson's, a college bar in Hillsboro village, burgers at Ruby Tuesday at Green Hills Mall, and cheesecake from the cheesecake factory at home, later that night. Most importantly, Wes and I had a nice to time visiting, talking about this and that (and not the baby, though that's not usually a huge challenge for us anyway).

The next night I was making dinner and went to cut up some vegetables. And, appropriate to the occassion, I pulled out some really nice Henkels' knives we'd been given for our wedding and I'd never used. These are five-year-old knives that I'm using for the first time because they're so good that they're very sharp, which means I'm likely to cut off my fingers.

So Happy Anniversary, Wes. Here's to five more years an in tact fingertips.