10 years since the first time we said “i love you.”

it was a regular thursday night just a little over a month after i returned home from New Mexico (for the last time). Jon and i picked up right where we left off. you know, sometimes there are those special people in your life. i think it’s special.

there we were, playing washers in my parent’s basement and drinking beer with a handful of people. i don’t really know where they all came from or why a game of washers in my parent’s basement was better than whatever else could have been going on. but there we were, clanging away the washers into the boxes, laughing, drinking and carrying on.

somewhere in the chaos we turned to each other, foreheads touching, and he said quietly, with a smile, “i love you.” and well, i just said it right back.

minutes later Ruth Ann would emerge at the top of the stairs with a scolding and bewildered, “Sarah?!???……..what is going on down there?….party’s over!”

i decided this “milestone” was worthy of note in my wall calendar, and when i got a job a few months later, i brought my calendar with me. one day, in my downtime, i added all of my special dates into my outlook calendar and set them to auto-reset each year with reminders so i wouldn’t forget birthdays and special occasions. so for years now i get a notification every november 29: “x number of years since the first time we said ‘i love you.'”

i’d been saving this one, like a little secret stash of a your the best girlfriend/wife/lover/person in the world for remembering something like this-aversary.DSC_0034

this year marked 10 years. 10 whole years folks! we’ve been together for that long. holy shit, right?! this is worth a celebration. but let’s not forget, it was a sunday. Esme is in second grade, and Nathaniel is only 19 months old. so evenings are a little hectic, fixing something for the little honey pot to eat, giving him a little baby bath and setting him up with a Mickey Mouse while I fix dinner for the rest of us. once dinner is ready, Nathaniel is typically ready for bed, so i generally fix plates for Esme and Jon and grab a bottle to put the baby to bed. then i’ll scarf something down while Jon cleans up dinner, help Esme with her shower, get things ready for the next day, throw the dirty clothes in the wash and bla bla bla.



so all of that still applied for this celebratory evening. i decided i’d make a favorite pasta dish and crack a bottle of bubbly to mark the occasion. but Jon doesn’t like champagne and he was all like, “what are you doing?” so i told him, “…well today is the 10 year anniversary of the first time we said i love you.” he was like, “okay…” and i know he was thinking (you’re weird). but he was a good sport about it. we enjoyed the pasta, and i enjoyed the bubbly.


baked pasta my way:

  1. preheat oven to 425
  2. boil water for pasta and cook just a few minutes shy of directions
  3. mince onion and saute in olive oil over medium heat until onion is translucent
  4.  add pesto and pasta sauce to onions and olive oil, stir and let simmer
  5. combine pasta and sauce
  6. layer pasta in glass baking dish and add slices of fresh mozzarella
  7. add more pasta and layer more cheese
  8. bake for 20-30 minutes, until cheese is melted and bubbly
  9. serve with shaved or grated parmesan and garlic bread

we enjoy this fancy-ish version of regular old spaghetti. i live in a house full of picky eaters, so having “chunks” in the tomato sauce is likened to eating poop. Ragu’s traditional organic sauce is a life saver!!!! and so’s the pesto!!!! without the pesto i wouldn’t be able to eat spaghetti in this house, because it’d taste like egg noodles and katsup. (lol!)




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