Today is Joe's and my two-year wedding anniversary.
Two years. Two years!
I can hardly believe it. It seems like just yesterday I was pouring myself into that dress and gliding down the aisle, shaking like a little leaf the whole way. Joe made faces at me at the alter to try to calm me down.
And then... there was this scene at the reception when he retrieved the garter...
He's so wildly inappropriate. How could I not love him?
It's strange to think that now nearly half our marriage has been spent in Japan.
We didn't do anything special today to celebrate since it's in the middle of the week. This weekend, Joe has to work on Saturday and we've got plans to see a Hiroshima Carps baseball game on Sunday. So the real celebration will happen next weekend — a double whammy anniversary/birthday celebration since I turn 28 on July 11. We've planned to visit our favorite restaurant (an Indian place... how funny is that, our favorite restaurant in Japan is Indian?) and check out a Love Hotel. I'll explain more about that after we go, but you can get the gist from the name.
The two-year anniversary is supposed to be the year of cotton. In keeping with this tradition, Joe told me he wants to give me a yukata (like a summer kimono) as an anniversary gift. Not one of the cheap yukatas from Uniqlo, but a Nice yukata. Something custom made. Something that, decades from now, will serve as a quality, authentic reminder of our time in Japan. Isn't that cool? He has recruited our private Japanese tutor to help me go get fitted for it this Saturday. I'm getting rather excited about the idea of it. I think it's a pretty sweet and thoughtful anniversary gift. That's my Joe.
As for my gift to him... well... sorry to say I haven't bought anything so special just yet. He originally told me he'd be giving my gift late, so I didn't worry about being late either. But he did get a little something from me today — a nice plush towel. Yeah, a towel. Lame, right? Well, all our towels are cheap old things we inherited from other people. And decent towels — by that I mean anything even slightly plush — are super expensive here. The plush towels I saw this weekend (and when I say plush, they weren't even as thick or soft as the towels we got as wedding gifts) were all 3500 yen ($35) and up. For one towel. I managed to find something less expensive than that, but still way overpriced for just a towel. So yeah, I just got Joe a towel, but I guess I'm saying a nice towel is a gift to be more appreciated here. He'll be getting a bigger gift from me soon, but I can't say what it is because obviously that would ruin the surprise.