This morning I came downstairs to find a little card taped to the handle of the oven.
Inside was printed, "This is the kind of love I have for you."
I smiled and opened up the oven to find a big new heavy green enameled cast iron Dutch oven. Just like the one Margaret got for her birthday?!? The Le Creuset one?!?!
Actually, no. (It's the Tramontina 6.5-Qt. Cast Iron Dutch Oven, named by Cook's Illustrated as the "best value" of the Dutch ovens they reviewed in January 2007.) This is why I smiled when I read the card, because I knew exactly what Mark meant by "the kind of love he has for me."
As he said when he came down the stairs: "Not extravagant, but well-researched!"
That's us.
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So: ten years. And on this lovely feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe, too; I'm so fond of the date, in part for that reason. Mark says 12/12 is good for him, because it's easy to remember; easy for me, too, so who am I to argue?
I'd write more, but honestly? I'm lost for graceful words and only have blunt ones. You know, you only get one life to live, and some stuff–if you screw it up–you don't get a do-over; so I wake up grateful every morning (and maybe even a little bit relieved!) to realize that this one thing, the most important thing each of us ever agreed to do, has turned out so unbelievably-freaking-right.
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