So according to anniversary traditions, the 8th year is either bronze or pottery gifts or if you’re going modern, it’ll be lace or linen.
Luckily, Jason and I are not the types who follow traditions because neither of us are really into bronze, pottery, lace, or linen.
So, 8 years. Lucky number 8. My birthday is on an 8th. 8 is my favorite number too.
8 years sounds like a long time but it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. Maybe having kids distorts our perception of time. Either way, it’s been an awesome 8 years together.
We’ve had 8 good, happy years and I hope that we’ll have many more to come!
Happy 8th anniversary, Jason :)