These wine glasses were not cheap. At. All. But it was Venice, we were on our honeymoon,
and Nate loves him some glassware. So we bought them—under one condition: We weren’t going to use these Italian lovelies until we paid off the wedding, the honeymoon, and all other debts. Every stitch of it.
Now, about 19 months later—drum roll please—I can happily say Cheers!
30s? Married? Baby? Nah. This
makes me feel grown up. We even started a buy-a-house fund. We’re oozing maturity over here.