My 10th anniversary is coming up and I immediately knew the perfect gift… a wedding album. You see Rick and I hired one of those artsy photographers for our wedding who didn’t do albums.
No problem, I thought. I’m crafty! I’ll put one together!
Ten years passed.
There is no album.
But alas, this is the perfect occasion to finally do it and surprise my loving husband.
So I bought all the supplies and then ventured up to the attic to find the photos.
I looked and looked and looked.
Nothing. I mean, a lot of crap but nothing that looked like wedding photos. But a sweet jean jacket with an “I’m Preppy and Proud” pin.
I called my husband.
“Did you move the wedding photos?” I asked accusingly.
“Why?” he said.
“Because I need them for a project,” I explained, trying to sound vague and mysterious.
“I did,” he said.
“Oh my gosh!!!! Are you putting together a wedding album?!” I screeched.
“Yes,” he sighed.
Damn him! I mean, how sweet. But damn him!!
Apparently Rick got the photos, digitized them and put an entire album together before I even climbed into the attic.
But I will not be veered off course by his competence and kindness.
I will put an album together too and we will have a wedding album face off.
Because what’s the point of celebrating ten glorious years together if you can’t make it a competition.