I just wanted to remind you that we are spending our 15th wedding anniversary at our beloved son’s fourth grade recorder concert.
Listening to 75 nine-year olds blow through a squeaky plastic toy in the school’s gymnasium while sitting on folding chairs sounds thrillingly romantic, doesn’t it?
So, when you get home from work, you will need to slurp down some leftovers and race to the school to catch the performance, okay? We’ll already be there, because of course we’ll need to get to the school 30 minutes early for warm up.
Maybe after the concert, we can take the kids to get some ice cream?
Equally romantic with a side of sugar. Not the kind you’re looking for though, sweetie.
We’ll work around it. We’ll find a way to celebrate our love. We’ve been here before, pretty much every year since having these beautiful children.
It is what it is…
Remember how I made you promise on our first wedding anniversary, that we would always plan a wonderful vacation to some warm sunny destination to bask in the glow of our love and celebrate our years together? Remember that? Our first year was a hit! Remember that Caribbean Cruise we took? It was amazing, wasn’t it? I even worked on my gift for you over months of time, creating a framed written piece titled “365 Ways I Love You.” That was a labor of love, if there ever was one.
It makes my heart swell to see it still on your desk downstairs. After 15 years, I continue to agree with them all. All 365 of them.
Our second year wedding anniversary, I remember we were in a pinch. I had foot surgery gone bad and you blew a lumbar disc consequently having back surgery shortly after.There was no hope for the romantic getaway that year. We were both stuck in recovery and struggling to stand, let alone get on a plane and fly to a tropical paradise.
By our third year, our daughter was born.
So much for getaways, vacations, or anything remotely remote. We were drowning in parenting a baby who constantly took our breath away… mainly in fear or possibly exhaustion. She was the center of our world- such first time parents.
And what were we thinking having a wedding during cold and flu season anyway? Sure I wanted it on the anniversary of the day we met two years before, but seriously- we didn’t own a parent predictability radar to give us any foresight to the winter seasons ahead of us with our two born and budding asthmatics.
A June wedding would have been so much better, but I did love the Valentine’s Day theme and the red rose simplicity of it all. Classic style. It was beautiful…
Remember the vows I wrote for you?
And I still mean every word. It’s rather prophetic, don’t you think?
I’m amazed at how our love has grown richer, deeper, stronger through the years, despite our pathetic anniversary celebrations that always seem ‘less than’ ideal.
It’s not about that one day. All married couples know that.
It’s about our every day hugs and our ability to bend.
It’s about giving and sacrificing and patience.
It’s about listening and respecting each others voices, dreams, and feelings.
It’s about diving into difficult decisions together and stretching hard to reach for the other when the tidal waves of life hit hard and take us under.
It’s about sticking hard to the values and principles we believe in and showering grace and forgiveness when it’s called for, asked for, or even not asked for.
Celebrating our love has never been about our anniversary plans, nor will it ever really will be.
Romance isn’t something we need to dine over and dress up for…
Our most passionate moments are found when we’re stuck in the trenches of everyday life- catching a glimpse of one another and smiling that smile. They’re found in the notes you leave me every day telling me you love me, or when I surprise you with a lunch date, or when we laugh at our own little quirks about one another. And often when we watch our kids shine, we realizing we created them together- that’s passion.
We don’t need to travel to some tropical island.
Turns out, I was wrong back then.
I had no idea that our home would be destination paradise all its own.
Thanks for making the last 15 years the trip of a lifetime.
I’ll see you at the concert.