Thursday, August 22, 2013
Tin for Ten
Oh, I know it seems like just yesterday that we were getting married, but Mr. Muscato and I woke up this morning to the remarkable realization that today is, in fact, our tenth anniversary.
Of course, for us, the gap between the date we've always marked (our remarkable encounter there in the garden of the old Nile Hilton) and our far more recent officialization of it all) is pretty significant, but we're still working out which date we're going to pay more attention to going forward, so in the meantime, why not celebrate both?
Decisive in which date wins may well be the sad fact that ten whole years have gone by and all we get in recognition is... tin. Oh, of course, I realize that you don't even get silver for another fifteen years, and the really good stuff - gold, diamonds, rubies - is still decades in our future (and, given that we met when when I was 40, are hardly guaranteed), but still - tin. I couldn't bear have to work our away all over again through the dreary milestones - paper, linen, iron, wool - it's taken just to get us to tin.
So we've made a pleasant day of it, and if it wasn't the most glamorous night out we've ever had, it wasn't bad for a suburban Thursday - just us and the dogs at a little tapas joint not far away, a couple glasses of cava, and home early.
If it's true that the first ten years are the hardest, then I guess we're in for a couple of good decades to come. After ten years, five countries (lived in, plus nine more visited), seven homes, two cats, two dogs, and lord knows what else, I think we're on the right track.