Its my wedding anniversary today. My husband and I have been married for thirteen years. It boggles the mind sometimes. In the hustle and bustle of life I'd completely forgotten about it. I know, the wife isn't supposed to be the one who forgets, but I'm terrible with dates. Hubs remembered and wrote me a very nice index card. I know that sounds funny, but if you knew him, you'd realize that that's rather appropriate and romantic. Its the nicest index care I've ever received. He basically listed all the things he loves about me and thanked me for what I do for our family on a day to day basis, and that my friends, is worth more than rubies. Of course, since I forgot, I got him... nothing. I made a last minute effort and ran out to the grocery store to get him his favourite ice cream, but of course they were out of stock. meh. And we didn't get much of a chance to celebrate today, because we had other stuff going on, but I'm going to try to take ourselves out for dinner or something later in the week. Though that's often hard to swing when one is breast feeding. Maybe it'll have to be takeout. We'll see.
I'm not going to use todays post to reminisce and get all misty eyed and post photos of our wedding, though that would be lovely. Maybe next year. Because (as usual) it is laaaaaate at night, and I know that morning will come quickly, and little people will need my attentions whether I'm ready for them or not. Lately there has been some night waking on the Little Dude's part, which is unusual, and not my favourite, so I'm a tad on the tired side too. So I don't really have the energy to gush about why I love my husband and why he's awesome (true and true). So I thought I'd sum it up with a picture.
Hubs cleaned out his studio/garage yesterday, and came across these. He has no less than four, broken off shovels. Four. And why does he have them? Because when he finds one, he doesn't see a useless broken tool, he sees a valuable tool part that could one day be customized and fixed and returned to its former functional glory. So he picks it up and brings it home. Repeatedly. This says so much about him. His ability to see potential. His tendency towards pack ratty-ness. His thriftiness. His love of the mundane. The fact that he sees beauty in the simplicity of functional objects. And that, even though he might deny it, he is in fact, an optimist.
The Little Dude, who was out in the garage 'helping', got very excited when he saw these. "Look at all dese little hand sized shovels!", he exclaimed, and immediately claimed one for his own and headed out to the garden to do some diggin'.
He also found a broken pitch fork amongst Hubs' treasures.
That is one happy boy. Like father, like son.
oh happy anniversary to you!!! is it funny that i got all excited over those shovels too? my boy would love them. : )
Posted by: kendra | 05/31/2011 at 01:36 AM