To those who bet that we wouldn't make it through the first year of marriage successfully (I think a few people honestly placed wagers -- I can't blame them), WHA-BAM!
Wealthy couples spend their first anniversary in an exotic, beachfront resort. Higher class couples go away to a big city for the weekend to enjoy top-notch luxury. Middle class couples splurge on a romance package at the local spa, or dinner at a 5-star restaurant. White trash couples go to IHOP and shop at the K-Mart "Going Out of Business" sale. Don't judge us.
We're simple people with simple tastes. The Man's work schedule has been hectic, to say the least, so to have 36 uninterrupted hours together was a rare treat. We shopped, we saw a movie, we ate whatever and wherever we wanted (which happened to be IHOP -- even when we "splurge" we still choose pancakes), we stayed at a hotel, we drank Starbucks, we laughed and we talked until the wee hours of the morning. We've achieved 365 days of pure husband-wrangling, pancake-eating, fart-smelling, truck-driving, chess-playing, Starbucks-drinking, Styx-singing, dirt-loving, aneurysm-inducing wedded bliss. *sigh* It's been the best year of my life.