Keeping up with the tradition of cooking up a storm to commemorate the eve of our wedding anniversary. 11 years, but whose counting. At this point we’ve got this marriage thing down, or that’s how it seems. Lots of space for each of us to grow. Over communicate. Let it all out; don’t hold anything in. Let love evolve! What you think love is when you are 16 is not what it is when you are 38! You grow, love grows.