Today my husband and I celebrate our 11th wedding anniversary. Wow! Eleven years! Anyhow, in honor of our anniversary I’m rerunning a post about our code word for love.

Oh, and to tell you that I got him 9 jars various olives: black olives, burgandy olives, kalamata olives, tipsy olives (don’t ask, I don’t know, I thought the name was cute) and and 2 lovely bottles of fancy olive oil.  Now, on to that code word ……..

My Hubby was working at a synagogue when we were first dating. There were always people in his office, and they were usually doting Jewish ladies who wanted to mother him. He’d call me from work, and I’d say “I love you!” And I’d get nothin’ from him in response. Sometimes he’d say, “yeah, me too” and other times he’d kinda whisper it. God forbid if the Jewish ladies got ahold of a fresh piece of gossip!

Well, actually, those Jewish ladies were faster than FOX News and CNN. Word spread pretty darn fast. Unless he wanted the entire Jewish community to know about it, he had to show some restraint.

So, we came up with a code word for I love you. That was over 9 years ago.

The other day we were eating lunch, and I ordered from the menu for once in my life. I’m like Sally in When Harry Met Sally, I’m so picky that it’s not even funny. I’ll take that plain and well done. No pickle on the plate. No coleslaw. Just romaine lettuce please. I’d like the dressing on the side. Etc….. I was so proud of myself that I actually ordered from the menu! I said to Hubby, “Aren’t you proud of me? I ordered something from the menu!” And he said, “I better check to make sure you are my wife, what’s our code word?”

I hadn’t thought about our code word in years, but it was still fresh in my mind, and it flew out of my mouth without even thinking about it.

I passed the test. I still knew the code word.