Sweet Sixteen

Zach and I celebrated our 16th wedding anniversary yesterday. By "celebrated" I mean spent the day together, which is one of life's little luxuries for us.

We walked down to the farmers' market in the morning, an indispensable part of our still-evolving LA routine.

We listened to unhurried music while we made breakfast that we ate for lunch.

We made plans to visit old pals in San Diego next weekend.

We had a long talk about our future, and what we hope it will bring.

We invited friends to our next gathering, now that we're back in the groove of entertaining.

We read noteworthy snippets to each other from whatever we happened to be reading.

We got in the car together to run errands that one of us could easily have handled alone.

We had a home-cooked meal with wine and candlelight and left the dishes until morning.

We curled up on our new day bed and watched a couple of DVDs.

We shared the one leftover dessert from New Year's Eve.

And we went to bed as tired and tranquil as could be.