Save the Date

The other day, a neighbor’s son, who’s probably in his late teens or early twenties, came by and invited us to his parents’ 25th-anniversary party.

It was a very traditional celebration – completely new to me – and I am so glad we were a part of it!

The party took place in the morning. You may think that “morning party” means brunch around 11 am, but nope. This party began at 7:20 am.

We met on a corner down the street. I expected a bunch of sleepy people in their bathrobes, with their eyes still glued shut, but instead, there was a band, a guy from the royal guard, wearing one of those tall fur hats, and everyone was dressed sharp!

We made a procession down the street, lead by the royal guard guy. So fancy!

This anniversary tradition is apparently celebrated at 12 1/2 years, 25 and 50. I’m now pretty sad that Dave and I have been married for over 12 1/2 years because this means now we have to wait a while before the neighborhood parades over to our house.

Once we got to the house, the singing began. There were some traditional anniversary songs, which of course we haven’t heard before.

We were handed a sheet with the lyrics, which was wasted on us because we can’t pronounce any of these words.

The couple, Pernille and Claus, soon came out to greet us. They were so cute! Apparently, traditionally they’d be woken up by the band and they’d be wearing their pajamas and acting cranky, but this is modern day Denmark and no one does anything in their pajamas in public.

In their backyard, a tent was set up for the anniversary breakfast. Very traditional. No eggs and bacon, just some super fresh bread, butter, cheese, and jam. Of course, also excellent coffee and juice.

Oh, and don’t forget the snaps! Good god, having snaps at 8 am pretty much leveled me until noon.

What a sweet tradition! I am hoping that my kids can “surprise” us on our 25th anniversary… That’s in 2029, you guys!!