Tuesday was our 5th wedding anniversary. We managed to escape for a lovely while, in downtown Chicago.
It’s become tradition now, somehow, that we go out for Sushi on our anniversary. When my husband and I first met in person (after speaking online for several months), he flew from where he was deployed in Kosovo to meet me in at Heathrow Airport in London. After a few days in London we took a short adventure to Paris, where we ate sushi in a Japanese restaurant on the top floor of a Parisian department store. (He then proposed a couple of days after we returned to Paris.) I suppose, because we’ve been able to visit and live in so many different places during our 5 years of marriage, we may have eaten sushi in three or four different countries, and two different states.
After eating, we wandered around in the freezing temperatures, to watch the ice skaters in Millennium Park and to walk over Michigan Avenue Bridge before making our way back home, both of us taking turns with the camera. And when we returned home, we hid ourselves away from the icy outdoors and watched some old episodes of Cheers. Laughing at ourselves really, for being wholly satisfied and happy with such a calm, silly sort of day together.
Of course, now I have spent a lot of time on Wednesday editing the photos that we had both taken. Instead of the housework routine that I was supposed to be sinking back into as my husband headed back to school today. And chatting online about ideas for a new upcoming photo challenge, which I honestly can’t wait to share with you all! I’ll be able to soon, once we get the finer details figured out.