19 years and 6 months.
This morning I woke just before 6:30 and thought I'd better get out of bed to mix up the crepe batter. I had promised Commander that we would have them for breakfast. He is working a shift with his old jobmates and working the night shift. He was to get off at 6:00, go to the gym and I'd probably see him around 8:30. The crepes batter needs to sit in the refrig for 30 minutes to 3 hours. As I turned on the kitchen light, I heard something at the front door - outside the entry way. I look through the glass and see Tony searching his key ring for the storm door key. I step out to open it, he looks up and shouts, "Happy Anniversary - I got you!"
If you remember from earlier post, we do this every month. He has beaten me so many times it isn't funny. I was even waiting up for his call last night at 12:01 because he has done that so many times in the past - that it isn't funny. :-P
He couldn't get to a phone. So he got me at the front door, blurry eyed- and rattailed.
THis is for Commander. Happy 19.5 Anniversary. Picked from our berry patch this evening.