“L’chayim! We did it! I cannot believe our wedding was an entire year ago. Shanah rishonah is nuts, no?”

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he Loft was busy for a Tuesday night. She found it amazing, how all these couples could afford to randomly go out for steaks. Yonah had been saving up for a month so that they could enjoy an anniversary night out.

Estee smiled at him across the table. Twelve months of marriage. The famed shanah rishonah was now over. She could hardly believe it. She looked around the room at other couples, some looking fresh and uncertain, others looking older and more experienced.

She tried not to stare at the older ones. What secrets have you learned? she wondered. What tips and advice do you have for me?

Were the younger couples thinking that about her? It was a funny thought.

Yonah lifted his glass of Sprite Zero. “L’chayim!” he said happily. “To us! To shanah rishonah and all that it came with.”

Estee wrinkled her nose at him. “L’chayim! We did it! I cannot believe our wedding was an entire year ago. Shanah rishonah is nuts, no?”

He put down his glass. “Yup. Best year of my life.”

“Awwwww!”

He pretended to blush and then pulled out a small jewelry box. “Happy one year.”