Last Sunday was our 6-month wedding anniversary and so, of course, we celebrated. Here’s the way I look at it – we have one year to milk “our love” for all we’ve got. For one year we get to be newlyweds and have people introduce as the couple who was “married last April.” For one year people will politely look through our wedding photographs, and watch me perform my modified wedding dance, and smile indulgently when we do things like celebrate our six month anniversary. Now, I’m not sure what happens after we hit a year. All I know is you don’t hear a lot of couples talking about their 18 month anniversary.

So, as long as we’re NEWLYWEDS we decided to do it up right with dinner out and flowers and the whole bit. The coup d’ etat was that we each planned an activity for the other person that we thought they would like (aren’t we adorable? We’re newlyweds!).

Now, I don’t know what my activity is because it wasn’t happening last weekend (weird because Zara is open every day…) but Chris’ Lovefest Event was to go to Hardly Strictly Bluegrass, this huge 3-day free music fest in the park. Honestly, I didn’t know many bands that played, except Lyle Lovett (whom I adore and I was going to say is third on my list of singers I’d most like to marry but I won’t because that is a totally inappropriate comment for a newlywed to make) but it was all in the Name of Love and they were selling Kettle Corn so, no matter.

And then what can only be described as the Most Fantastic Thing I Have Ever Seen in a Park happened. We turned a corner and there was this guy, sitting at a typewriter with a sign that said, “Pick a topic. Offer a price. I’ll write you a poem.”

Of course, we did it!

Three minutes, one phone number and an eye-rolling amount of flirting from a scantily clad pair of ladies later (seriously, this guy is like the Sensitive Poet’s answer to George Clooney. It didn’t matter their age, the ladies love Lynn Gentry…), we had our poem.

I love being a newlywed.