K2Tog

My husband and I celebrated 22 years of wedded bliss last weekend. Our actual anniversary was the day after Thanksgiving but we were so busy with family and the holiday that we both forgot. Though, even without the Thanksgiving excuse, this is pretty typical for us. One of us usually remembers the next day or so and we have a good laugh over it.
Here we are enjoying an anniversary dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, The Mercato:


We were planning to impose on the waitress to take our photo but serendipitously some good friends of ours were also having dinner there and they volunteered to act as official anniversary photographers.

Mr. CPA and I are best friends and even happier together today than the day we married (and we were pretty darn happy that day too!).
And to the wonderful man who for years has put up with yarn, knitting needles, patterns, raw fleeces, washed fleeces, carders, spinning wheels and other assorted fiber arts related items all over the house (including our first really small house) I would like to say:

Thank you for the 22 happiest years of my life – here’s to 22 more (and then some!). Oh, and sorry about the kid mohair in your waffles that one time…