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by cindy
In June, Dear Dave and I celebrated our forty-third anniversary. While I could use this time to elaborate on those forty-three years, going into detail on, oh, mushy stuff, I will spare you all of that by simply saying it has been quite the ride.
More impressive, I believe, is the fact that after all these years, we finally did it: we actually purchased each other the SAME DAMN CARD.
I would like to tell you that we exchanged the cards over candles, champagne and lobster (I do love lobster), accompanied by an evening of laughter as we reminisced about all the delights that may (on occasion) occur throughout forty-three years of marriage, followed by declaring our undying love and pulsating passion for one other, pledging to make the forty-fourth year our very best by far. Yes, well, I would love to tell you all of that. But. This is what really happened:
We were busy. I forget what caused the scramble to get things done (me inside, he outside), but we were working all day trying to accomplish our ever-so-urgent goals. No candlelight supper. No champagne, no lobster nor declarations of anything. To be truthful, it was Dear Dave who presented the card first. As I opened it, I apologized profusely for not having one to give him. (Yes, I know but I. WAS. BUSY. Remember?)
It was a great card. A perfect choice.
Actually, I vaguely felt like I had seen it before.
Some two weeks later I understood why, as I found my card—the one that I had purchased months before and had hidden out of sight in my underwear drawer. Yep. The same exact card. So I gave it to him. Late.
I can only hope to do better next year. And yes, next year: LOBSTER.
You two are starting to look alike, but your hair is holding up better, Cindy. Who would have dreamed the day that knot got tied? At least it’s a mirthful marriage.
Damn. Looking alike? I am making an appointment with the plastic surgeon first thing tomorrow.
love your blog cindy. congrats on your beautiful grandbaby. maybe caleb mentioned to you that he is an uncle? talking of caleb – this might make you feel better about your flight with the chickadee: on one of our trips to africa when caleb was 10 months old he screamed all the way from vancouver to london! i didn’t think it was possible for a baby to scream for that long! torture for everyone on board.
hope you are doing well.