We spent the day in Paducah. (The local country station plays a clip of a man saying, "I'm Bob from Paducah!!" in a southern accent and it cracks me up every time. Jenn is probably the only one who will appreciate that we visited Bob's hometown.)
The traditional second anniversary gift is cotton, so we thought it appropriate to visit the National Quilt Museum. It was more exciting that it sounds. I admire people who sew a blanket so well it's considered one of the top 100 quilts of the 21st century. The potholder I carefully stitched back when I was 15 will never make that list.
At the rate we give each other cards, we'll have 5,458 by our thirtieth anniversary. (There are two more cards not pictured, so make that 5,460 cards.)
There are few things more romantic that having this poster at the end of the bed.
Doesn't that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside?
3 comments:
Ahhhh, Paducah. It's not too far from my hometown and I never hear anyone talk about it!
Good ole Paducah. Did you visit the riverwall?
Sounds like a wonderful anniversary! :) Kyle and I always give each other 2 cards haha.
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