Motherwise Cracks

Yesterday was our wedding anniversary and I will tell you how many years but first I must explain that I was a child bride, or that what people seem to think, and I am OK with that.

29 years. And I wasn’t really that young, but we joke about it because apparently I look somewhat younger than my husband. In reality, we are only three years apart.

I developed an affinity for one of my husband’s co-workers soon after I met her. On our second get together, after a few minutes, she leaned in and said, “Now that we know each other, you must share the story behind the age difference between you two.” Totally serious. Ah, yes. This story, and getting proofed when I was 34, have become a couple of my favorites. So is the story of the corn kernel on my hubby’s cheek, but that is fodder for another post. You know you are getting old when your favorite stories are about your successful (and vain desperate) attempts to look younger than you are, and the times that others look silly.

To celebrate our anniversary day, we spent three hours in hot humid temperatues pulling weeds at the community garden and then went for a cup of coffee. None of the other people showed up – just us. Mucking round in weeds wasn’t good for my pedicure, I can assure you that. Later, we dropped our son off at a graduation party and had dinner at our favorite fancy French restaurant, which was delicious. At dinner, my husband asked what exotic beers that might have. The waiter suggested a Belgian beer that he said was dark and fruity. I said, “Sounds just like your brother. You might like it.” That waiter heard me and didn’t even bat an eyelash. We snickered as the (authentic) young couple across the way looked at us like the two fools we are.

Returning home, we (make that I) watched “Philadelphia Story” that I had Netflixed a month ago so I could get it off my hutch where it collected dust kittens, but the mate fell asound asleep. At midnight I woke him to go and pick the child up from the party. I don’t think anyone else could come close to the romatic nature that we obviously share with each other. Obviously this passion is the secret to our successful 29 years of marriage. Or perhaps it is my sarcasm.

At any rate, my mother was wrong.

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“Love at first sight is easy to understand; it’s when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.“  ~ Amy Bloom