Bust out the champs, this Friday forecast calls for a full chance of sappy post ahead:
Today, October 20, 2017 is our ten year wedding anniversary! TEN YEARS. A whole decade. A decade of official on top of another 4ish years of togetherness. It feels like a lot to say out loud, but it certainly doesn’t feel that long. And as with most celebrations (and let’s be honest, I can find a reason to celebrate most anything), we’ll be toasting with some champagne!
I met Chris when I was just a plucky 16 year old who acted as the student athletic trainer on the Varsity Baseball Team. He happened to sit the bench his junior year– and as a fellow bench-warmer (me armed with Flexall and ice packs, he keeping the stat book), we quickly became friends. I laughed at his baseball commentary and his suggestion that I kept checking him out in his too-small baseball uniform. He obviously fell for my good looks and my way around a hamstring stretch. A year of awkward high school hangouts and undoubtedly dramatic will-they/won’t-they tension, the next year we started dating.
Years at the same university found us somehow against all odds growing as both individuals and as a couple. Our first year of marriage brought both the trials and tribulations of learning to be married, along with the added bonus of having a baby about five years earlier than expected! Things got real, real fast– and we had to depend on each other for flexibility, adaptation, and friendship in each other the way all new parents must, but also as newlyweds. Newlyweds who immediately jumped into life in the suburbs and the life of parents.
This life of ours that got jumpstarted in a way which we were not prepared, also jumpstarted a few other things. My love of entertaining and cooking were born not only out of the stack of Cooks Illustrated magazines my mom gave me while I spent the summer of my 23rd year on a patio rocking a baby, but also out of a desperate need to stay connected with our friends. Our friends who spent weekends traveling, on trips, and otherwise unoccupied by the day to day of Family Life. We were the ones with the baby and the bedtimes…and the HOUSE, so it only made sense for us to be the hosts. We hosted Friendsgivings, Christmas parties, barbecues in the summer, and countless weekend nights where we invited friends over so we could put the baby to bed– and keep some semblance of the social life that 23 and 24 year olds need.
Flash forward 9 years, two houses, another baby, and a dog–we find ourselves staring the big 1-0 in the eye. On the parenting front, things are less chaotic than they once were. The kids are bigger, easier, more independent. Our friends are catching up with us on the Family front, and while our kids are grabbing themselves (and lets be honest, what good are kids if they can’t fetch their mother a cold beer) drinks from the fridge, Chris and I constantly catch each other’s eyes and raise a glass to each other as those friends who had the freedom we craved in our early twenties, now chase toddlers up and down driveways. These first ten years certainly aren’t what we planned, but I wouldn’t want to share them with anyone else.
All of this of course brings me to our Driveway Drink of choice. The only drink for celebration: Champagne.
My neighbor and I have started a project. A project that was spurred by a few things, but all centered around our desire to know more, like actually know more, about wine. To be able to look at a huge wine list and not be freaked out. To engage a waiter or sommelier about what would be the best choice without immediately reverting to a childlike state and blurting out “Chardonnay sounds good” (when you hate chardonnay…). To move beyond picking a label for it’s looks (I <3 Branding!) and seek out regions, grapes and vintages that I otherwise would pass right by. As I was thinking of just what the best way to start this GIANT years-long task ahead of me– Food & Wine’s October issue fell into my mailbox with this list: Drink These 25 Bottles and Become a Wine Master. Of course, just drinking 25 bottles of wine doesn’t exactly prep you up for the Somm exam, but it is a good way to get a wide taste of what’s out there, what interests you, and what you like. We decided to tackle it head on.
The first bottle on the list is Champagne, because “every journey needs a send-off.” Immediately I was on board. We wandered into our local wine shop and sure enough, staring back at us from the wall of bottles, was the exact bottle they suggested. We bought it, we chilled it, and we drank it.
There’s not too many champagnes I don’t like– so for our first foray into the list, it was tasty. Buttery tiny bubbles and a clean finish. A little sweeter than what I usually reach for, but not in a bad way. We’re just getting started so I hope to pop in and update along the way. If nothing else, just for pure documentation. So for our 10th Anniversary, we’ll be enjoying a bottle of bubbles– and a week in Tulum! Celebrating a decade of surprises and fun. I think we’re just getting started. So… a toast on the driveway– to my husband, my friend, my forever concert-date. Who tolerates me dragging him to restaurants, taking pictures of all my food, and all my kitchen experimentation. To being a true partner, a confidant, and lover of hate-watching House Hunters. Cheers to ten, and cheers to many more!
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