anniversary date

so, greg and I have an upcoming anniversary…well, look at that.  it’s tomorrow.  tomorrow marks the day we were married eight years ago.  we’ve been legal for eight years, though, lord knows, we’ve been together since we were both practically children.

often, we try to revisit the site where we were married as it’s a good excuse to go out that way.  it’s a pretty place, the arboretum, and we scarcely have any reason to go out that way any more.  our cool hang out days are over, if we ever had them to begin with.  but this year, our anniversary falls, wouldn’t you know it, on a Tuesday and unlike last year, greg is not on paternity leave this time around.  this year we thought we’d stay local.

“you wanna see if your parents can watch the older two and you and I and miles can go on a date?”  I asked greg after I got back from tim Horton’s sunday morning with our coffees (not that we’re regular customers.  it was a special occasion.  joel threw some bits of cheese into our coffee maker and clogged the water pipe.  that’s about as special as it gets around here).  he said yeah and called up his mom who was of course ecstatic to watch our older two kids any time.  grandparents.  gotta love ’em.

greg had something up his sleeve.  he had something planned.  knowing greg I knew it would probably be something really obvious and may or may not fall through completely.  as I said, greg and I have been together for quite some time.  I know his patterns.

we dropped off ruth and joel and headed to the downtown area with miles and parked and walked to our local wine merchant and bought a bottle of wine and then walked to a nearby jimmy john’s and picked up some sandwiches.  this would be just our style.  cheap wine and easy food.  I still wasn’t quite sure exactly where we were going, though.  I had seen that he had packed a sort of picnic set up in the trunk of the car (by accident, people.  c’mon.  what do you take me for?  some sort of snoop??  wink:)  so I knew we were in the picnic persuasion.  I just didn’t know where.

when he parked in the parking lot of a park we frequent a lot with the kids but most recently took them on a hot and ready pizza picnic with fishing just a few weeks before, I suddenly realized what we were doing.

when we had come there those couple weeks prior, we had of course, been all over with the kids, back and forth, pizza sauce on everyone’s faces, garbage being chased down in the wind with scarcely a few moments to toss the line out into the river.  as we were leaving exhausted, I spotted a couple reclining along the riverbank in two zero gravity chairs, leaning back all the way so they were nearly horizontal with a bottle of wine on the ground between them.  I remember all but watering at the mouth upon seeing them, looking like they were camped out for the entire evening.  we, on the other hand, were headed home to wrestle our kids to bed.  “I wanna do THAT!” I had said to greg with such longing it shocked even me.  he looked and agreed, noting how close to that experience we had come with our little excursion, yet how far away.  two different worlds.

he didn’t say anything as he walked to the river and set the chairs up right where the couple had been.  he tossed down a blanket for miles (who of course ended up going everywhere but on the blanket) and plopped down with our bottle in between our two chairs.

it was a thoughtful date and just what we needed (now if only we didn’t have the baby with us:).  we talked a bit and drank our wine and ate our sandwiches.  then we took a long walk down a nearby path with miles sleeping in the carrier and it was ALMOST like we were alone:)

what more can one ask for in celebrating an eight year wedding anniversary when you have three kids?


Author: Terry

Welcome! I am a Waldorf and unschooling-inspired homeschooling parent of three, ages 2, 5, and 8 living in the metro Lansing area writing from the front lines of parenthood. Join me as I try to navigate homeschooling and bask in the craziness of life with young ones. Feel free to leave a comment. I would love to hear from you! Thanks for stopping by!

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