This is the day that, 46 years ago, I said “I do”. I didn’t have a clue what that meant – I was far too young to realize that it meant way more than love. It meant love for sure, but it also meant days when the dirty diapers, the piled up bills, the unmade beds, the exhausting nights with throwing up babies, the misunderstandings and the crying kids swallowed up the memories of why I was saying I do! After the ups and the downs of life I’ve learned that love isn’t just a feeling, it’s a decision. It was the best decision I ever made and I’d make the same one again. So what do you think we did to celebrate those 46 years?
First we walked. We walked 2.4 miles to be exact. He listened to a sports talk show on his radio and I listened to a book on my IPod. Sometimes we took off the earphones and talked. Not much talking though.
Then, after we showered and dressed, we went to the doctor. It wasn’t quite this drastic but it’s a cute picture, don’t you think? Together we went to the doctor. Same room, same time. He said, she said. No secrets. It’s too late for secrets after 46 years.
Remember this – that I bought on Monday? As we left home this morning a light came on. It’s a new car so it’s bound to have a few glitches. I know that. I understand that. We dropped by the dealers to get it checked. Three hours later they gave it back to us and told us to come back tomorrow. It has a wire that isn’t connected or is pinched or whatever. They have to “follow” it and it’s complicated and they need to keep it a while. They need to keep it the better part of the day. And I’m ok with all of that. But we spent three hours of our anniversary sitting in the “lounge” of the dealership.
Next – back to the Floor Store where we returned all of the samples I had gotten earlier in the week. Rejected samples. Didn’t keep any of them. I can’t do tile – it’s cold and hard and it’s not me. I didn’t like the laminate. We can’t afford wood. We’re looking at LVT – Luxury Vinyl Tile that looks like laminate to me but isn’t. It’s really not that important; it’s just a floor.
Outback….dinner…steak…shrimp…good food, good company, just him and me.
Last? Home, where I baked these for him to take to the deer camp with him tomorrow. I’m on a diet. I can’t eat these pies even though I want to. But I baked them. Why? Because 46 years later I’m still saying I do and still having good days even when they’re like today. And I'd happily say I Do all over again for 46 more years. :)