I tend to focus too much on the “meant to be”  rather than the “simply” part. I remember reading a magazine editorial years ago recounting the simple explanation the author’s husband offered their young daughter about a seemingly-perplexing question. The author had agonized and worried and finally formulated a speech to prepare herself for the inevitable, knowing the question would offer a valuable opportunity to teach tolerance, understanding, and the often-unfairness of life.

Just as she knew it would, the question came–but to her husband instead. She stood back–ready and armed with her well-formed explanation–but her husband summed it up in just four words.

And it was perfect.

I just dug out that old page. Folded and tucked away in an old box of things from college, it was there with photos, concert tickets, and cards. I’m not sure why I saved it, other than with the thought: I want a husband like that.

One year later, I couldn’t be more convinced that I found him–or rather, he found me. His patience, consistency, and simplicity make me a very lucky lady.

I’m not sure yet how you best celebrate an anniversary (we do have dinner reservations), but I suppose it’s mostly with thankfulness. Our greatest blessings in life don’t always follow the formulas you’d expect, but they are always known by how well they meet (and even exceed) your need.

So, thanks, honey–what an amazing year.

Dear firepit, I love you.

Grilled brussel sprouts--actually tasty.

Our trusty grill

Salmon, grilling

My favorite bottle-o'-goodness, Martini & Rossi Asti

Ranger and his "cigar"

It’s been the hottest summer on record, so I’m looking forward to cooler evenings–and our firepit. Anyone who knows me well knows that I LOVE the smell of campfire–so the firepit has been a great stand-in for the real thing. We also fire up the grill–throw on salmon and brussel spouts (click here for the recipe)–and celebrate the everyday with a bottle of my favorite champagne.

Come, on cooler weather! I’m ready.