Yesterday was my 18th wedding anniversary.

The year was 1991, and yes, our hair was very big.

Yesterday Big D had to travel for work.  I took care of kids, straightened the house, took Dirty Harry to baseball practice and ate at Burger King for dinner.  Even though we knew this was coming and had already celebrated a week ago, it still made me feel a little down.  Until this arrived….

That, my friends, is a three and a half foot high flower arrangement.  Yeah.

Later, when I was talking to Big D by phone, he explained that he asked the florist to include eighteen different types of flowers to the arrangement.  That is sooooo Big D.  Why send a dozen and half red roses when you can be creative, elaborate, and crazy?

Eighteen different flowers, eh?  Let’s see….  Count with me!

We’ll start with the obvious.  One, two, three (sunflower, spongy yellow thing and little pink bloom)…

Four…

Five, six…

Seven…

Eight, nine (yellow button flower thingies and light pink rose in background)…

Ten, eleven…

Twelve, thriteen, fourteen (there are two different kinds of white blossoms)…

Fifteen…

Sixteen, seventeen (see those greenish things towards the bottom?  Well, I’m counting those!)…

And then eighteen…

Eighteen?  Eighteen?!  Where are you?!

Oh….I guess the florist counted the cattail…

There.  Eighteen.

Eighteen beautiful flowers.

Eighteen beautiful years.

I love Big D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (That’s eighteen exclamation marks.)