Time flies when you're having fun, and in this case, it's true. On Tuesday, Mike and I celebrated our third wedding anniversary. He gave me a rustic, rock fountain with waterfalls. I gave him a porch swing for two. Oh no. We're becoming the old Plunks sitting on the porch.
Well, maybe not but we've been doing back yard work. We dug up a flower bed where we planted rose and gardenia bushes, and I planted a magnolia tree -- naturally.
Because the band is playing at the Sheraton casino this week, we did our anniversary dinner on Sunday and then I went to the job with him Tuesday night. He sang a song and dedicated it to me. Awwwww Then we went to breakfast and walked to the casino next door to see some friends of his who are playing there.
Maybe we're not total porch-sitters yet.
1 comment:
Happy Anniversary! Now, this is the first third anniversary, correct? Wonderful news.
A porch swing on a lovely Memphis suburb house complete with a magnolia tree, ah, makes me want to retire. Or at least visit.
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