I have to say that I didn’t give it a lot of thought until the day got closer. And then the enormity of the number really hit me. When you consider that the hubby and I were actually together for 5 years before that, it’s 25 years in all. That’s an even bigger concept.
I can overthink things, and it’s easy to get myself pretty worked up when I do. That’s why I try not to think too much about the huge things in life. Or I would definitely talk myself out of them. So for big decisions like getting married, or having kids, when I know or at least suspect in my heart what is right for me, I usually only allow myself about 30 seconds worth of thought. Which is a lucky thing, because otherwise I probably would have run away screaming when my husband popped the question. After all, life’s a big crapshoot anyway, and some things are just about taking a leap of faith. Now deciding what colour to paint my bedroom – that I can agonize over for weeks.
This year the anniversary day started off with the girls waking us up by throwing confetti and shouting “Happy Anniversary”. The confetti throwing tradition is something I started accidentally one Valentine Day when they were very young, and it’s become kind of a thing in our family. Every year, I basically shout “Happy Valentine’s Day” at them while throwing all kinds of glittery red valentine’s themed confetti. They get confetti in their hair, in their beds, in their PJs. We vacuum up confetti for a good 2 weeks, and keep finding the odd bit here and there for months.
Usually I do it for the kids, but for the first time we were the recipients, and it was a really nice surprise for the hubby and myself. The girls actually threw confetti from a scrapbooking kit, so we got some stick-on rhinestone stars mixed in there. And then the girls served us a surprise anniversary breakfast, complete with a decorated table and a tear-jerker card. Not bad considering they’re supposed to be at the surly teenager stage. It was one of those moments when you know as a parent that you’ve done something really right. Pretty cool.
The hubby and I went out to dinner that night. The youngest wanted me to dress in an 80s outfit and makeup, to make it a bit of a theme since those are the years when we met. “Go all out, mom. Have some fun.” After all, she reminded me with the characteristic honesty of youth, only about 27% of marriages make it that far. I’m not sure where she got that number, but she had a good point.
My husband gave me 3 bouquets of roses, each a different colour representing a different message. The florist asked if all 3 were for the same woman. “Yup,” he said. I loved that part of the story – that one rose message just didn’t cover it. Cause life can be complicated like that. At least life with me.
Cheers to all of you out there who have hit this marriage milestone. And to all of you who are planning to get there. Here’s to the next 20!