Smith Family Weblog

For the past 11 years, Bryan has written me a poem for our anniversary. Here’s an excerpt from today’s:

Another year of heaven
Way past four, five, six and seven.
This one here goes to eleven

Just try to find a card referencing Spinal Tap at Hallmark. Can’t be done!

We have been joking that the eleventh anniversary is the concrete anniversary because we have some rather costly sidewalk repairs slated for this month. I suggested carving our initials into the wet cement in commemoration, but Bryan dismissed that idea—something about diminished resale value.

Besides, the traditional gift for the eleventh is steel. Maybe we’ll spring for rebar!