Dave and I celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary on Saturday.
Well, I use the word celebrated loosely, because I spent the day reclining on the couch, sick with a stomach virus, while Dave kept little David entertained so I could rest.
Sunday I was feeling better, thank goodness, because we had tickets to take David to see Playhouse Disney Live. We went out for lunch before the show, and splurged on an expensive appetizer with our meal in honor of our anniversary.
Do we know how to live it up or what?
Anniversaries are usually pretty low key for us anyway. Unless it’s a milestone like our 10th last year when we went to Chicago for a few days, with no child in tow. Although we usually do manage something a little more romantic than eating pasta with a precocious preschooler and watching Mickey Mouse dance hand-in-hand with Goofy.
But you know, I didn’t mind one bit.
As I sat there watching Disney characters parade by and asking myself why I believed it would be OK to eat Italian the day after an upset stomach, my eyes fell on David’s beaming face. He was mesmerized by all the music, lights and activity on stage. Dave was there next to me just as he has been for the last 11 years. Wade was tucked safe inside my womb waiting to arrive in June.
I began to wander back over a decade, in and out of memories. A lot of good memories. A few difficult times, but mostly good. Then I considered the events of the last two days, and thought, “This is why we got married. All of this.”
To be together. To have a family. To share life’s ups and downs.
Is there anyone else I’d want around while I convalesced all day in my nightgown, hair uncombed, no make-up?
Is there anyone else, who on our anniversary without complaint, would keep a four-year-old occupied for hours so I could rest?
Is there any better date than spending a day with my guys?
To all those questions the answer is simply no.
As the curtain came down on Mickey and his friends I knew there was no place I’d rather be.
Not for all the quiet dinners and dancing and roses and candlelight in the world.
Such a sweet post! You almost had me crying…I’m very emotional lately. *sniff*
Happy Anniversary!!! I think Mickey can spell romance. We went to Disney World on our honeymoon, after all.
So sweet! I agree! I love to celebrate our anniversary just the two of us, but we also like to include our daughter in something because she is so much a part of us!