"Yes," I replied.
After 13 years, I realize that Steve and I have become proficient...at being married.
We use fewer words with each other -- not because we don't have anything to say, rather we already know much of each others scripts. While an outsider would have trouble keeping up with our abbreviated interactions, for us, it's normal.
"Did you call her about the thing?"
"Are we supposed to bring the stuff?"
"I think so."
Oftentimes, we don't even need words. Like good card players, we know each others tells.
A raised brow = proceed with caution, I'm tired and really don't want to mow the lawn
A well-placed sigh = please don't make me ask you to put your dishes in the dishwasher
Traditional 13th year gifts call for lace or for a modern take -- textiles and clothing. However, I knew the way to my love's heart was through his stomach and decided to make him his favorite pie instead, coconut cream. Natalie, who is always looking for any excuse to organize a party (I have no idea where she gets this), wanted to know all about our wedding day in Maui.
"Please, please, please! Can we get some decorations?" begged Natalie.
Luckily, Dollar Tree had an aisle-full of Luau-inspired party ware. That evening, she insisted on setting up a spot for Steve and I in the living room and told me she and Noah would eat in the kitchen. While Steve and I enjoyed Chinese take-out served by our 8 year old, the kids dined on pizza. Natalie wanted to be our server so we could "relax". She even got out our dice and encouraged us to play Yahtzee and sip our wine in peace. After dinner she found some Don Ho and Israel Kamakawiwo'ole on Pandora and performed a little Hawaiian dance for us.
As Steve handed me my card he said, "I didn't know whether to get you a sympathy card or an anniversary card."
The only sympathy needed is for those who haven't had the opportunity to share their life with someone. So, while no lace was exchanged, over the years we have created a tapestry of rich memories -- woven together are good times and bad, support and love.
Happy Anniversary, Steve!
|Natalie looked up the Hawaiian word for dinner.|
|"Would you like an appetizer?" asked our grass-skirted server.|