We thought that was it for the wine.
But upon our return home from the honeymoon, there was a large package from my best man waiting for us. In it were another 10 bottles of the same wine (the balance of the case he had bought), each individually labelled with a "drink on" date that was each of our first 10 anniversaries. There were some other very insightful customizations of the bottles that were meaningful and were representative of each progressive year of the marriage.
It was an awesome adventure transporting a bottle on our vacation trips, enjoying the wine and seeing how it had changed and matured over the years (kinda like my wife and me, I like to think). We drank them in fine restaurants, we drank the first one out of red solo cups in a crappy motel on the Oregon coast, the second one in Carmel, California, we drank them at home, we drank one (the seventh, I think) with my oenophile in laws who stored the bottles for us in their perfectly climate controlled "cellar," we drank two while on camping trips on the California central coast while our then-young daughter slept in the cabin... We recently drank the last one and it was a bittersweet experience. In the interim, we've bought bottles that we're saving for our 15th, 20th and 50th, so we'll see how those bottles work out.
My best man is a bit of a cantakerous knuckle dragger so part of the enjoyment of the bottles was getting a kick out the irony of how well he nails things in the hospitality department (we're not the only ones for whom he's knocked it out of the park gift-wise).
Anyway, that's my story. Thanks for reading.
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