My husband and I had our twelfth anniversary on Sunday. We almost skipped celebrating. He spent the whole weekend as a Roman Soldier and I had enough of chasing after child actors. We were exhausted and crashing on the couch and ignoring the event seemed reasonable.
Tempting but against the rules.
One of the things I love the most about being married to my spouse is that he knows how to throw a party, plan a feast, buy gifts that please and generally make a huge fuss over any success.
I forgot this recently. I was out-of-town on St. Patrick’s Day so I missed the annual Corned Beef and Cabbage and Soda Bread. Then on Dr.Suess’ birthday I was at work and didn’t partake in Green Eggs and Ham. I can’t believe I almost talked him into skipping anniversary dinner.
Dinner Sunday night was at a great little Italian restaurant. Somewhere after mozzarella, tomato and basil I felt revived. After salad and some conversation with the guy I spend my life with I was smiling. By the time we’d worked our way through Spaghetti, Cheesecake and Apple crisp we’d covered just about every neglected topic of conversation. The food was wonderful. The company was better.
In a time when nothing is more certain than change, the commitment of two people to one another has become difficult and rare. Yet, by its scarcity, the beauty and value of this exchange have only been enhanced. ~ Robert Sexton
I tend to take for granted things of great value simply because I have them in abundance. Do you?