On the morning of our first anniversary, I came home from walking Huxley to find Graham in the kitchen with that “hand in the cookie jar” look on his face.

“Don’t be mad at me. I know we said no gifts, but I was thinking about how marriage is about compromise… or more like.. how compromise is about making you happy.”

He took me to the dining room where I was greeted by this:

So, that last item on the list?

No starburst/sunburst clock

Done.

I won. And I don’t mean the design war.. I won the husband lottery. Sorry about the cheese.

Stacy