Six years ago today I married Luke. I was barely twenty.
We are celebrating by watching "Sandwiches You Will Like" on PBS on our new enormous television. I think I want to make a sandwich tour of the USA now. With Luke. He would drive and I would sing really loud in the passenger seat and he would make up nicknames for all of the sandwiches we ate (he is the best nicknamer ever) and our kids would sit in the backseat and smile and eat maffalettas without flinching or complaining or having to stop to use the bathroom because this is a fantasy.
I love you Luke. And I love my life.
(With or without a sandwich vacation.)