This month Tim and I celebrated our eleventh wedding anniversary. Although that number might connote “newlywed” to some, it’s a record for me, and I’m thrilled we’ve achieved such a milestone.

Saturday night we enjoyed a rare dinner out in San Francisco—thank you for babysitting, P!—and as we left the restaurant, we couldn’t help but notice a wedding party in one corner of the dining room, at the center of which stood a glamorous bride and handsome groom.

I once heard that simply to lay eyes on a bride is good luck, a belief to which I’ve always subscribed, but because the occasion was special for us, as well, I felt compelled to interact somehow with the couple.

So, me being me—that is, a person who often acts on impulse—I left Tim at the coatcheck and rushed over to the newlyweds. “Congratulations!” I said. “I wish you many years of happiness.” And because I rarely leave well enough alone, I added:  “It’s our anniversary, too!”

The new groom, slightly taken aback, smiled and said, “Thank you!” The new bride, also a little surprised, said, “That’s so sweet!” Then, maybe because we shared an anniversary, or maybe because she just wanted me to move along, the new bride reached for the wedding table centerpiece, thrust it into my hands, and said, “Here! Please! Take these flowers! Happy anniversary!”

Which is why, right now, sitting in my kitchen, I gaze upon a gorgeous array of white peonies, roses, and hydrangeas.

Just looking at them makes me happy. ~

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