My husband and I got married on Valentine’s Day in 2010. He was at his training school at the time, so our marriage license is actually from Texas. We were married by a justice of the peace, and I wore yellow. We went against just about every tradition there was, and we had a really good time.
Then, for our first anniversary, I was alone. He had deployed to Iraq, which meant that a date was pretty much out of the question. He was sad. I was sad. But we promised that we would do something amazing the next year to make up for it.
So, for our second anniversary, my husband planned this crazy date. First, we went to this really romantic Indian restaurant where they served my favorite Tikka Masala dish. They had candles, a live acoustic guitarist, and chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. It was so romantic. Then, because the night wasn’t over, we went on the second half of our date: Chuck E. Cheese.
Like I said, we aren’t very traditional.
We went in, loaded up on tokens, and competed to see who could get the most tickets. We left with a few souvenirs and one really great memory.
When I got home, I was surprised by one last gift: a hideous wooden rooster. My husband told me all about how he looked everywhere for the perfect gift, and this was it. I laughed so hard, and I told him I loved it. We named him Carl, and we still have him today.
It started our ugly rooster collection.
We have quite a few around the house. We buy them for each other for holidays and special occasions, and we always try to find an even uglier rooster than the one before. I think it’s a fun tradition, and it will always remind me of that perfect night. I don’t even care that they make my house look tacky. They represent love, and that’s what matters!