Today marks our fifth year of being hitched. FIVE YEARS. The mister and I have agreed that five is pretty significant, that it's like Really For Real now or something. That the past four years have just been practice, or playing house or something. Five is like...whoa...you're totally married.
I wondered what the fifth anniversary was, in terms of gifting. Some girls at work had no clue since they are still either so young that marriage is a funny joke to them or so old that they barely had the energy to kiss the cheek of their spouse on year 69 let alone celebrate the way you'd expect to on the year 69. Another girl thought it might be tin foil, which was good, I know how to make some pretty cool tin foil animals.
Alas, the gods frowned down upon me and I found out that year five is indeed the year of....wood. Seriously. Wood.
I had no clue about what to get him that involved wood, and I already used the no-fail gift of lingerie for Father's Day, so I ended up having a nice silver business card holder engraved with some sweet words about the future instead. Not exactly practical, or WOODEN, but still nice.
Then I open my gift...and HE TOTALLY SCORED AN AWESOME WOOD GIFT! He showed me up! But that's ok. I'll get him back next year with some awesome tin foil origami. Six is tin foil, I'm sure of it.
This is an awesome wooden plaque:
And this is just so beautiful:
Happy Anniversary, Baby. I know we toasted last night to five more wonderful years at the most but I didn't mean it. I'm in for life.
Good luck with that.