Last night in bed, my husband and I discussed what we should do for our anniversary. Culture tells us that anniv celebrations are big stuff. Gotta keep the flame alive! Be playful! Take a break from routine! Say nice things! Have heart-to-heart conversation! Reminisce! Dream! Hold hands!
So, “What about going out to eat?” I suggested. But eating in public—doing anything in public, really—brings out the awkward in my husband, and it’s not fun to spend money on someone else’s cooking while feeling awkward.
Next suggestion: we could see a movie? But then we’d have to arrange child care. And get there. And spend a couple hours sitting in the dark smelling chemical-drenched popcorn and staring at a crazy-huge flickering screen. So nah.
Him: Did you buy me a gift?
Me: No. Did you buy me a gift?
We laughed at our pathetically predictable selves, said goodnight, and flipped away from each other into our respective sleep positions—me: face-down to the left; him: face-down to the right.
This morning we ran the loop together. Which was actually a perfect anniversary-type activity since we first got to know each other during sweaty, early-morning runs through various San Antonio missions. This morning—eighteen years, four children, and many adventures later—our younger son was up and begging to come along so we let him trail us on his too-small dirt bike with mismatched wheels. As we huff-huffed along, he kept up a running commentary of all the sights and sang snatches of song. It was like having a portable boom box, but cuter.
Then there was the Sunday morning rush out the door, the time spent among friends, the extra child come to spend the afternoon, a cobbled-together lunch of corncakes, bacon, and watermelon, and the stack of dishes from both breakfast and lunch that my husband and I washed together. Sundays are the kids’ day off from dishwashing, so while they scatter to their assigned rest-time space, we swish suds and wipe down surfaces while recounting all the bits of juicy church gossip.
Today we lucked out with afternoon naps that included actual sleep, followed by writing time for me and fencing-with-large-machinery for him. Later there will be popcorn, apples, and a movie, all six of us smushed together on our close-to-breaking couch.
So about that special date we should be on? I think we already are.
This same time, years previous: he got me, 16, coming up for air, fourteen years, stewed tomatoes, and so why did I marry him?
Michelle @ Give a Girl a Fig
Sounds great to me…our anniversary was spent at the garden center, followed by prettying up our shade border along the back fence. It worked for us!
Awww. Happy Anniversary.
Love this. We mostly celebrate our anniversary as a family, because we are in it together. But this year was our 20th, and my guy and I actually took four days on our own this summer when my sister offered to take my kids. I want to say it was absolutely lovely, and we missed the kids almost the whole time.
The best anniversaries are those that celebrate the magic of ordinary days. Looks like that's what you had! Happy Anniversary!
It won't be long before you won't need to arrange for child care…it will be built in. We are there and it's very liberating. 🙂 Happy 18th anniversary! May all your days be as wonderful as this one has been. Hugs, Camille
Sounds a lot like anniversaries in my household! My husband and I are married 18 years and blessed with four children. It gets so complicated to arrange babysitting that we usually skip the night out. And we are often just too busy to plan and buy gifts. It's nice to feel comfortable enough with each other – and confident enough in each other's love – that you don't have to go through the culturally expected public celebrations. Great post! Thanks for sharing!
That is beyond lovely! Thank you for sharing your anniversary with us.
Happy Anniversary to you, two beautiful people!