I wore my pink "Fight for Second Base" t-shirt and black pants that I cleaned in all day.  My hair was haphazardly swept up off my neck and face, accentuating the wrinkles in my forehead and crows feet from ten years of fun in the sun.  

Sean wore his uniform undershirt and a pair of basketball shorts, thankfully he took off his mid-shin high black work socks.  His hair...well it was swept off his face too ;-).  

The menu was homemade pizza, the same pizza that helped get me through the two years that Sean lived on his ship in Norfolk, the pizza that we love.  For dessert, I made a white two layer cake with strawberry/raspberry filling and vanilla buttercream, similar to what I think we had for our wedding cake.  That was ten years, six addresses, and two children ago...It's hard for me to remember what I had for breakfast!

We sat out on our deck and celebrated ten years of bliss, separation, pregnancies, births, anger, happiness, exhaustion, fear, nervousness, challenges, excitement, love, and always ten years of "expecting the worst yet hoping for the best."  Our 10 year anniversary was unlike any other, it wasn't a huge or even a small party, we didn't exchange gifts of the traditional tin or aluminum, it was simple and very much like us.  After dinner we had a crazy session of Super Mario family game night.  We laughed and laughed and laughed.    

After a mere seven weeks in Italy, we've undergone transition after transition after transition.  It was ugly, then it got uglier, but then...then it became beautiful.  This is ten years.