Five years ago today, I wore this dress, stood in front of our family and friends, and promised to love and honor Mr. P all the days of my life. A few weeks later, while honeymooning in the Cinque Terre, I picked up this little bottle of wine and said, “Oh, wouldn’t it be fun to save this for our fifth anniversary? Cinque, five?”
I carefully packed the bottle in my checked luggage to bring home, and a few years later I packed it up again, to move it from our first house in Nashville to our new place in St. Louis. Other wines have come and gone, but this one’s been on my wine rack since we got married. And tonight, it’s finally time to open it up.
If the wine is anything like our marriage, it’s bound to be even better than it was five years ago.
Love you, Mr. P.