Last week, my husband and I celebrated our 21st anniversary.
[That's 26 years together - total - in case you're keeping track]
As I mentioned in my last post, I've been busy lately, as has he, and we haven't really spent much time together as a couple.
It's ok; we're ok. After 21 years, we do not have to smother one another in order to know we love one another. It goes without saying, though we do a good job of saying it often.
Still, a girl needs some attention from her best fella from time to time, and an anniversary would seem like a given for date night.
It wasn't.
He had to work. So did I, actually, but our work schedules are opposite shifts. I barely saw him that morning as he came home and I headed out the door. And barely saw him that afternoon as I came home and he headed out the door.
I spent my 21st wedding anniversary on the couch eating Chinese take-out with my teen son.
Not terrible. But not at all romantic.
We don't give much in the way of gifts after all these years - except for last year, our 20th, when he totally surprised me - but in those passing moments last week, however, we did manage to make an impact.
He had a huge bouquet of sunflowers for me. Nearly a week later, their sunny, open faces still make me smile when I see them. Perfect.
He is more difficult to buy for than I am, especially when we agreed to skip gifts for each other anyway. Still, I couldn't let the day pass with some sort of sweet gesture for such a sweet guy.
I put together a little treat for him to take to the office with him, a box full of candy that he likes with the note, For my Sweetie.
In it, I placed bags of candy with handwritten notes:
- Hershey chocolate bars: Something rich ... because we are rich in blessings
- Snickers: Something nutty ... because I'm nuts about you
- Mint M&Ms: Something minty ... because we're so cool
- Dove chocolates: Something smooth ... because we still got it
Two days later, we were able to get together for an afternoon stroll and dinner. We held hands. We talked about nothing important, just rambling conversation. We smiled at each other, genuinely glad to be together in that moment, for that moment.
And then my son texted, ready to be picked up from his band trip and we were slammed back in parent mode.
That's ok. Sometimes it only takes little time, a little attention to tide you over. Besides, marriage isn't about one special day a year. It's about all 365 days ... x 21, + lots more to come.
[x 26 + lots more to come - total - in case you're keeping track]
