Yesterday was officially an anniversary. An annual celebration that began last year on October 6th. That is when we got married 🙂 And of course, in true anniversary style – I thought my husband forgot. Yes, I know it sounds crazy (being the first year and all) but I seriously believed that my husband did not remember to reserve, save, or plan to celebrate our union.
This is how it went down.
Friday, we planned on going to Bone Fish. If you have never been to a Bone Fish restaurant – I would totally recommend it. We received a lovely little gift card as a wedding present and saved it for this very special occasion. So, in my head, I had a conversation with myself – “This is it. This is the anniversary dinner. This is as much romance as you can expect for the next fifty years. This is what it will be and I must be content.” And believe me – I was.
In fact, I even surprised myself because I love (LOVE!!!) to receive gifts. It doesn’t matter how big or small, expensive or free, long rehearsed or on a whim. I love gifts. I love to give gifts. I love to brainstorm about the perfect gifts. I love gifts. Ok – now here is the gift deal, when someone gives me a gift, a note, a drawing – it means that they love me. Maybe big love. Maybe small. But a least a little. And this love-language is good news for a marriage. The boyfriend can just buy me a little sumpin, sumpin and I feel like we are rock solid.
So it was quite a shocker to even me when I thought our free gift card was IT for our celebration o’ 1 year.
Then he did the unexpected. He pulls out a package. Yes, it is double wrapped. With a ribbon. And inside is this.
I know – shut up right?!?! So I scream. Yup and cry. And generally make a scene. And he says “Well, I wanted you to have something to take great pictures when we go to Niagara Falls…tomorrow.”