Bibbity-Bobbity-Bacon

We’ve officially hit September. I absolutely cannot believe it. I kind of feel like my life has been on pause while I’ve been working on my editing project; however, turns out that life has moved on without me. In my head, I still have another month or two to go swimming and play outside. However, in real life, the air has a crispness to it, football season has officially started, and Ryan and I have our two-year anniversary right on the horizon.

In my opinion, the best approach to birthdays/Christmas/Valentines, etc., is to simply have a discussion beforehand on if we’re exchanging gifts and, if so, what the spending limit is. Not particularly romantic, but way better than being plagued by worries of “Did I spend too much? Not enough? Maybe I’ll get just one more thing. Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten that one more thing. Maybe I’ll buy three things and let him choose. Maybe that’s lame. Maybe…” and so forth. This way I can just focus my worrying on whether or not he’ll like the gift. Life simplified.

So yesterday Ryan and I were talking about whether we were exchanging gifts or cards and I mentioned that I’d love it if he did something romantic to mark our anniversaries—i.e., give me two flowers since it was our second anniversary, three for our third, and so forth. Just something smaller that marked the number of years we’d been married.

He thought about this for a minute or two and said, “I’ve got it! Every year on our anniversary, I’ll give you breakfast in bed and you can have an extra strip of bacon for every year we’ve been married.”

While I love the breakfast-in-bed idea, I’m not such a fan of eating 50 strips of bacon on our 50th anniversary.