Happy Anniversary, Baby…
Sixteen years ago, I looked out the window of my mother’s home in West Valley. I peeked at you in your tuxedo. You were painfully thin back then because you spent your days lifting engines off the truck. The tuxedo fit you beautifully, but I could see your hands shaking from all the way up in my mother’s bedroom.
I thought those shaking hands were some sort of disease that would end badly, but a few years later we learned that it was merely a familial tremor and nothing to worry about. I also thought that I was marrying a strict Mormon boy and my life would be filled with church activities and Relief Society. Wrong on two accounts, we live a happy, atheist life here in the land of Zion.
I’m so grateful to you. We have someone crashing on our couch this weekend, so our anniversary will have to wait until we are alone to celebrate it. That doesn’t mean I forgot you, though.
I love you, dear heart, more than that day sixteen years ago when I stole a glance of you from my mother’s window.
Awwwwww, happy anniversary, you guys!!!
Comment by Eh... not so much — 8/18/2006 @ 5:48 am
I found your blog through a bizarre web search (an image search for “aquarium geek”… long story!). I know this is an old blog post, but I had to comment:
So, by this entry, I’m given to understand you got married on August 18, 1990? That’s a pretty awesome day to get married, seconded only by August 17, 1990 (IMHO :-) which is the day I married my beautiful lady, so I remember this day as well as you, except that it was the day we returned home from our wedding to start our honeymoon in a cabin in the woods.
So a belated happy 16th anniversary to you, and an early happy anniversary for your 17th, coming next month. It’s our 17th as well, and is on the 17th, and the calendar for 2007 matches the calendar for 1990, so it’s kind of a double witching hour for us.
Comment by Randy — 7/20/2007 @ 1:21 pm