Thirty two years ago, on a beautiful mountain in Lynchburg, Virginia, I said "I do," to this guy.
We eloped on my birthday, and today I turned 56.
This is the spot where some of my ancestors were shipwrecked in in 1635.
We then grabbed some excellent friend clams and scallops at a favorite little lunch place, and continued our adventure. We drove on roads we had never been down before, and popped into interesting little shops that beckoned. There was hand holding and chatting and comfortable silences... the kind you can appreciate when you have spent decades together.
And then we came home, our favorite place to be. It was a lovely birthday and anniversary. Or, as we call it, "birthdaversary."