On Wednesday and Thursday, Deborah and I went and celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary. We went up to the Farmstead Inn in Shipshewana. (Just the two of us. Paul very kindly stayed home with the kids.)
Nearly everything had an Amish- or farm-based theme, including our hotel. The "barn" here houses the pool and exercise room.
Wanna race?
Shipshewana is primarily known for being Amish. According to the brochures, the population is 516, and they handle over a million visitors a year. They seem to put up with tourists (like us) rather well.
So what did we do? Well, we...
Bought Deborah an anniversary dress...
It seems odd to have found an Indian dress in the middle of an Amish flea market, but no one else seemed to notice any irony about that.
Looked at Amish arts and crafts...
For the prices, you wouldn't dare sleep on it...
Sat around in hot tubs until we looked like prunes...
This is what my hands will look like for our 50th wedding anniversary.
...and sampled the local cuisine.
Yum. Amish peanut butter (in this town, it was just called "peanut butter") is a mix of peanut butter, marshmallow fluff, Karo syrup, maple syrup, and a few other things. That's what our waitress told us, anyway.
My dentist asked me if this meant that "number 3" was on it's way. I told her Deborah wanted twins. :-) (No, that's not an announcement.) We did a few other things as well, but those are musings and photos for a different post on a different day. For anow, it's just weird to think that I've now been married for nearly a third of my life. It's easier to imagine it in two- or three-year chunks, and then put them all together.
Ten years. Ten!
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