19 years

There's no rulebook on how to handle wedding anniversaries when you're a widow.

So each year is different. Sometimes I go to dinner with friends, preferably at a restaurant that (1) wasn't a big Steve & Tyra favorite and (2) wasn't on our list of restaurants we wanted to try.

Sometimes I buy myself a little gift. Last year I bought myself, for the first time, a bottle of Champs-Elysees -- the perfume that Steve always bought for me and that Liz & Holly bought for me when my last Steve bottle ran out.

This year I'm working during the day. Cooper is away for the week, with big adventures at Boy Scout camp. Katie is spending the day with Jim & Betty, wrapping up some grandparent adventures. In the evening, Katie and I will go to dinner -- nothing too fancy.

And I'll reflect on how fortunate I was to marry my best friend, to spend 15 years together, to have two perfect-for-us children. I'll think of the many ways that Steve Damm rescued me.

I'll sing in my head and maybe out loud the lyrics from the song from our first dance, the song that we would dance to in the kitchen in the years that followed.

Was there life before this love

Was there love before this girl I can see

Was there ever love for her before me

And if I look will she 

Look back at me

I'll likely think ahead to next year, 20 years, and wonder what kind of adventure we would have taken to celebrate two decades. Would we have gone to Europe? Finally realized Steve's dream of relaxing on the beaches of Majorca? With or without Cooper and Katie?

Tyra  & Steve, July 2, 1994

I'll stare at a wedding photo and marvel at how young we look. (We were! 22 & 25!) I'll think of how simple my tastes were (and still are). I did my own hair and makeup, as you've probably noticed. We were both less concerned with the actual day and more concerned with, well, spending the rest of our lives together.

I'm certain that more than once I'll get weepy. Tears of sorrow because Steve's life was much, much too short mixed with tears of joy because Cooper, Katie and I have the gift of more days.

Tyra, Cooper & Katie, June 30, 2013, before Cooper leaves for summer camp