In two days it’s my anniversary. 21 years
Shawn and I are terrible. We’ve reached that point in life where we have nothing left in the idea banks for gifts for one another. Because if we want something, we just get it. And neither of us believe in big expensive gifts, nor could we afford it. We’d love to take a trip but we have a daughter going to University in the fall so that is likely not going to happen.
So, this week I’ve been writing him little love letters.
Hand written, little notes, just for him.
Because I love this guy.
I’ll put up something fun on Thursday for the actual day. Nothing as cool as the wedding we had last year in our living room, but, a tribute just the same.