Happy 7th Anniversary

Break out the Gold Bond powder ’cause any second I’m gonna start itching like a monkey on a fuzzy tree. Today is our 7th wedding anniversary.

Not bad for a card-carrying carnivore and a former vegetarian.

What’s our secret? Andrew doesn’t touch my good knives and maintains a stash of chocolate hidden throughout the house in case I need an emergency dosing. On my end, I no longer sob inconsolably when he awards first prize for “best apple pie” to his mother — and second place to his brother. I also developed a homemade ranch dressing he can consume with impunity.

To celebrate our 7th, instead of dining in a high-class restaurant or exchanging expensive gifts, Andrew and I are spending the day together at the Ethnic & Specialty Food Expo. And he’s genuinely excited about it. In my books, nothing says I love you like sampling unfamiliar fare and watching Dutch cooking demonstrations when you should be home marking student book reviews.

Oh yes, and he also does the laundry, ensures I never run out of organic milk for my morning latte and makes me laugh when I’m getting stressed out about tech issues.

What gestures of support do you treasure above money?