Oldlyweds

Well, Dave and I made it a whole year. We celebrated our anniversary yesterday with dinner and a show - in true Kelly-style...

I know what I'm about to say will make every man from Maine To California so jealous they won't be able to stand it. When I bought tickets to see my musical muse, Bruce Cockburn, I wasn't paying attention to the dates. This happened not because Bruce happened to be in town, but because I kind of forgot about our anniversary.. My overzealous-ness to get Bruce tickets became our anniversary date.

Not that this is a bad thing - but Dave doesn't love Bruce like I do. He doesn't really care about lyrics like I do (and Bruce writes amazing lyrics like "Silver scales flash bright and fade in reeds along the shore... Like a pearl in a sea of liquid jade his ship comes shining - like a crystal swan in a sky of suns his ship comes shining...") He likes guitar, but his thing is really the banjo (Bruce doesn't play banjo that I know of - but does play a really haunting, ethereal resonator guitar)... In short, had I been paying attention, I wouldn't have chosen a concert that I loved over something we both loved for our anniversary...

However - the nice thing about Dave is - he didn't mind. He's a good guy.

So - looking back on our year as a married couple - a lot has changed in our lives with the new house - not to mention that we are going on our third dog... Who is young enough to stay with us for a little while (yay!).

This has been a good year for me, personally. I like being married to Dave (I know - how trite and mushy, right?) - but seriously - I had no clue, after being single for so long - that I'd make a good couple. Dave might have some other things to say about this - so I'll invite him to be a guest blogger if he should want to say anything to the contrary... although he will probably tell you that we talk about really important things like this:

Dave: Honey, I'm old and I'm stupid.
Kelly: You're not stupid.

But Happy Anniversary Honey. Next year, I promise I'll actually make dinner reservations so we don't have to eat at the pizza place before seeing the musician of my choice. (Ok- you can pick. As long as it's not Rod Stewart)

:)