Seven years ago yesterday, Joe and I entered into the doors of the Logan, Utah LDS temple and made covenants with each other and our Heavenly Father that sealed us together as man and wife for time and eternity. It was a beautiful day, in every way. I will never forget it...
Yesterday, I totally spaced it was our actual anniversary! The only thing that reminded me was Joe sending me a text from work: Well it's official! Happy anniversary!
WHAT?! He can't be the one to remember and me forget! That's just not how it works...at least not in every TV sitcom and comic strip. Wife FAIL.
Well, truth be told, I didn't completely fail. I remembered for months before that our anniversary was coming up. I tried to plan and prepare and save in hopes of creating a special romantic weekend getaway for our anniversary. But all my little plans crumbled like the crackers shoved in every nook and cranny of our couch. It's the thought that counts, right? At least that's what I keep telling myself today.
No bed and breakfast or theme-room hotels. No rose-petal strewn paths or mountain top dessert by candlelight. Just a regular old date night of dinner and a movie last Friday. Boring and reliable, but still always nice to get away from the kids for a bit.
I remember when we first got married we would go on date nights and see elderly couples sitting and eating. No conversation. No starry-eyed gazing into each other's eyes. Just eating and staring off in the distance. Boring and reliable. I would always plead with Joe, "Let's not allow ourselves to slip into that rut, okay?"
Fast forward to last Friday night. Every where we went for our date night, we were surrounded by senior citizens. And I'm talking about senior citizens of the elderly persuasion. Born pre-WW2. And they partied harder than we did. A couple wobbled in and sat at the table next to us in the steak restaurant we had chosen for dinner. Immediately they ordered gin on the rocks and some kind of fancy martini. Woah! Grandma and Grandpa are gearing up for a wild Friday night.
At the movie theater, we purchased tickets to Knight and Day thanks to the suggestion of the teenage cinema employee. But I had to question our movie guide's choice when we found ourselves literally sardined on every side by octogenarians. I liked the movie, but apparently not as much as the elders belly-laughing long and loud all around us. With all the unrealistic action scenes, shooting, high-speed chase scenes, and explosions...Really???
I am so confused. What happened to us??? We used to be cool...ish. How did we get so boring that we fit in perfectly with the senior citizen crowd? And in only seven years?!
Next year, maybe we'll just order take-in and watch the Lawrence Welk Show wrapped up in our matching Snuggies. We'll leave the real partying to the experts.