If It's Not Love, Then It's The Bomb That Will Bring Us Together
Wedding Anniversary.
(I always hear the Flintstones anniversary song in my head when I write that.)
11 years. God, I feel old.
I know it's not a jewelry year, but I bought Lauran a lovely ring anyway. You see, many years ago, for our first anniversary, I bought her an opal ring. One year after that, in a freak accident, I smashed it. She was swinging her hand toward me. I was raising a glass. The rim of the glass hit the opal squarely and pulverized it. I promised to buy her another someday. This one is so much nicer. It's a blue opal, not that soapy white kind, with a couple of diamondy things on each side. Probably more diamond on this ring than her engagement ring.
I am a very good husband.