by Bella Rum

The Husband and I celebrated our thirty eighth anniversary on Thursday.

The huge acknowledgment to our long ago nuptials was pizza. I didn’t cook. We ordered a pizza and called it a day.

We both forgot to say happy anniversary in the morning before he left for work. I win the prize because I remembered first and called him after he left the house but before he arrived at work.
When he arrived home, we gave each other a comfortable peck, saying “Happy anniversary,” and ordered the pizza.

All and all, I would say it was a good anniversary. We are simply happy enough with each other. No big deal must be made for either of us to know we are loved and wanted and needed.

Pretty good deal if you can get it.