20 roses. One per year.
Poor guy set a precedent long ago and it gets more expensive as each year goes by.
We celebrated yesterday in our quiet snow-covered house just enjoying being together. The weather did not permit going out for a fancy dinner, so I whipped up a stir-fry. It couldn't have been a nicer anniversary celebration.
When I count my blessings, my husband is at the top of the list. I get to spend my life with this man.