Our marriage is like a bug.

I got married on May 15, 2004.  It was a great year to get married.  It was ALSO a great year to be a cicada.
What is a cicada, you ask?
Do not confuse a cicada with Jon Secada.
I am not a bug.  (Source)
 A cicada is an ugly, large, loud bug that emerges from the ground in mass numbers every 13 or 17 years. 

They are about a thousand times bigger looking
 than this little thing.  Trust.  (Source)

You can imagine how I felt as a bride-to-be when I realized that our wedding would be plagued by locusts.  Our ceremony and reception were indoors, however, so we rolled with it.  My sister helped me get a sense of humor about it….
Cicada bride coffee mug
So on my wedding day when we took our pictures at a local park, I decided to embrace the infestation.  After all, if we can get married in a tempest of insects, the rest is cake!
Pucker up, pal!
Yesterday was our 7th wedding anniversary.  Like a good partner, I’ve been really reflecting on what our relationship means to me. 
And by ‘reflecting’, of course, I mean that I’ve been brainstorming how our marriage resembles cicadas: 
  1. We do not bite or sting.
  2. <blinking cursor for 10 minutes while I think of nothing>
Okay so we aren’t similar to cicadas. YAY!  (I think.)
I recently leanred that the traditional gift for the 7th wedding anniversary is copper.  So if you are looking for an anniversary gift, honey, just get me these:
Copper cicada earrings.  Bam. (Source)


Because NOTHING says “undying devotion” like insects in your ear holes.  Who says romance is dead??
Love you, B.

PS.  Our giveaway winner will be announced this evening.  You have until 5pm to enter.  See Friday’s post for instructions and good luck!

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