Yesterday was our 15th anniversary. Traditionalists call it the crystal anniversary. We had wanted to do something special, go someplace fun for just the two of us, but every time we made a plan it fell through. Disheartening, but not the most horrible outcome. We figured it would be better to save up for our 20th, anyway.
Still, I wanted to do something special. Nineteen years together and 15 years in marriage is a big deal. We’ve faced a lot together and stuck by each other in love and understanding.
For lack of anything imaginative, I made a very nice dinner and laid out the table with nice plates and a candle. Michael never gets home until around sunset, so the mood was just perfect.
As toddlers are wont to do, Jon decided to pitch a fit as soon as Michael walked through the door. It’s a little hard to eat dinner with a squirming baby. My oldest, Tristan, was hanging out in the backyard. This was the only thing that seemed to interest the grumpy one, so I fitted Jon into his shoes and made an executive decision. We were dining al fresco!
It couldn’t have been a better time for it. The sky was dark with rain clouds and the atmosphere was cool and calm. There wasn’t any crystal, but there was surf and turf, wine, flowers, and hummingbirds. Best of all, there were giggles and peace.
This won’t rank as our most memorable anniversary (Vegas, anyone!), but I can certainly say it reflected our relationship well. We love our children and we love each other (of course). We also try to make the best of everything we can. That, I think, is priceless.