Today Katie and I celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary. It’s the 7th one we’re celebrating in Finland. Traditionally we go out for Thai food, because that’s what we did on our first official date. Given that there’s an ongoing pandemic, I have no idea what we’re going to end up doing. We’re both taking the day off and sort of winging it, which is the most Katie and Berin way of doing things possible.
Neither of us wanted a big wedding. A couple of friends were invited to act as witnesses, and we were married at the Albuquerque courthouse by a justice of the peace. Katie remembers paying a hot dog vendor outside the building to hold our phones — they had a cardboard sign advertising this service — because you could not take a device inside a government building. Afterwards, we went to a diner for lunch. I had meatloaf. We spent the evening at an elementary school art show, because we wanted to support her students.
Celebrating Our 10th Wedding Anniversary
We were more interested in having a marriage than a wedding. It’s the day-to-day stuff that matters. If we were still paying off a massive party, we’d have never been able to come to Finland. We’re still more interested in the relationship than the trappings. In both of our families, an alleged “milestone anniversary” like this would be cause for a big party. There would have been months of planning, a venue would have been booked, there would have been catering, and every relative, friend, and passing acquaintance would have been invited. We would have been miserable.
Some sources say that the traditional gift for the 10th anniversary is diamonds. Katie doesn’t like diamonds. Ask her, and be prepared for a rant about artificially inflated demand, environmental devastation, and colonialism. She doesn’t even have an engagement ring, because she never wanted one… because she hates diamonds.
Other sources say the proper gift is tin or aluminium, reflecting the flexibility and durability required for a lasting relationship. That sounds more like us. Practical, rather than ostentatious. I mean, her wedding ring is a plain silver band that she picked out and bought from a Native American artist. Mine is stainless steel and cost me $11. We both got the rings we wanted. So far, we have the marriage that we wanted, too.
I love you, Katie. Happy anniversary.