A Decade

Last night was our 10th anniversary. We had actually celebrated in grand style last week, doing something we were both desperate to do--we got a babysitter and went to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (yes, we've read HP7 and loved it; no I won't post any details). Add to that dinner at the theater--we're both devotees of junk food at times--and some Ben and Jerry's ice cream, and it was an amazing night.

But last night was the real date. 10 years. Wow. Amazing what can change in a decade. Then, she was working at her first job in Chicago and I was a grad student in NYC. We'd met three years earlier, shelving books at a summer library job in NYC, and pretty much dated since then, though we didn't realize it until later.

So last night we reminisced--3 moves, 3 cats, 5 jobs, 2 children, several trips, thousands of meals. And we're still in love. It's all very amazing, especially since the year we got together, two couples we knew broke it off in the 10th year. We always joked that we'd skip 10. But we made it through the 10th year and are starting 11.

And so, knowing me so well, DP went to Penzey's Spices and Balducci's and brought home two things I'm addicted to--dark chocolate (the darker the better) and cooking magazines. We savored one of the chocolates, not a pure dark chocolate, but marzipan coated in dark chocolate. Delicious, reminds me of a candy a Danish co-worker once gave me. Anton's, Antoine's, something, with plum filling and marzipan. The cooking magazines--Penzey's One--will be perfect for the selection of spices she brought home. A treat for us both.