“To My Husband On Our Anniversary.”
That’s what all the stupid greeting cards say. Then you open them up and it’s some equally inane bunch of words clustered together by somebody sitting in a cubicle at Hallmark writing couplets.
The past year has been an interesting one, to say the least – especially the latter half. Thank you for having so much faith in me, for knowing who I am and knowing that I would never, ever do anything to break our vows. Thank you for providing for all of us so we don’t have to worry.
Cards don’t say the right thing, and neither can I, but I’ll sum it up like so:
Here’s to 9 strong years. May we have at least 9 more of these years together (times 7, because hey, you never know what future medicine will accomplish).