16 years

Sixteen years ago today James Bond and I were married. SIXTEEN YEARS, people!  Of course if you figure all the time we've been apart because of the military, we've probably only been together 9 or 10 years.  Sometimes it seems like only yesterday that I was nervously walking down the aisle (and getting my heel stuck in a grate on the floor-everyone thought I was just pausing for effect, but in reality, I was trying to wiggle my shoe free), and other days it seems like it's been forever. 
This year's anniversary was not what I would have expected a year ago.  James Bond was actually home this year (unlike many anniversaries in the past), and had the day off, but I had NO plans to be pregnant and close to delivery.  I thought we'd probably go out to dinner, laugh over the silly things we remember from our wedding day (there were loads of funny things that happened), then come home and dance to our wedding song (You Send Me by Sam Cooke).  Unfortunately,  I had a rough night of contractions last night (we were both adamant that Han Solo could NOT be born on our anniversary) and didn't sleep well and have really been laying around all day, trying to keep the contractions at bay.  I didn't feel like going out, so we decided to order in (Chinese) and watch a movie (Young Victoria).  Indy thought it was a great anniversary.  He hugged us both and said he was glad we decided to get married.   It wasn't romantic or anything, but you know what?  That's okay.  We spent the day together and in the long run, sometimes that's just as good.
I know this isn't mushy and lovey dovey, but that's okay too.  It wasn't a mushy kind of day.  If you'd like to read some slightly more romantic mushy posts, you can read  these:

15 year anniversary-The story of a boy and a girl

14 year anniversary-You Send Me

Happy anniversary James Bond!