It’s our second wedding anniversary today.
Now only if D. were here!
In the gift column, a second anniversary means: Traditional: Cotton.
Modern: Paper. Postmodern: Weblog entry. And so I can print this
baby out on some dense-woven from Office Max and call it good. Mmm-hm.
What?
They’ll be home from Kenya tomorrow night, she and Ph. In the meantime,
I’m reading and grading end-of-term stuff, dirty-clothes laundering,
dish-doing, and mulling over the purchases I just might make on a long overdue
trip to the grocery store.
I should, nonetheless, take this happy anniversary entry as an opportunity to
mention that D. is really terrific–patient, thoughtful, sweet, and patient
(this could be a much longer list to be sure). We’ve known each other
since the seventh grade (something like 1985? what the hell…20 years?), times
when note-passing and three-hour phone conversations helped us get to know each
other so well…. (Here, pass this note to D., quick while Mrs. H.
isn’t looking.) Skipping around parts of the long version now, this is
just to say that it’s unfortunately common for me to underrepresent D.’s
remarkably caring presence when I plunk out these weblog entries (heh, or over-represent her absence…gone two whole weeks!?). Oh, and to say it’s good to have an anniversary with D.
I feel like I should have some wine now, or cake or something.
Awwww…..how sweet. Now get your butt to the jewelry store and purchase something of the sparkly nature (she told me at Christmas that she prefers white gold) – and spend what you’re feeling in your heart right now…. stop…now…just do it!
You’re confusing me, S. Year no. 2: paper and cotton, depending on modern or traditional worldview (which hardly seem like adequate options). 😉
Plus, have you seen how much white gold one can buy on a TA stipend during the summer months? I’d have to get a magnifying glass to go with it. But right, it *is* the thought.
Paper beads on a cotton string? Or, fab new sheets wrapped in tissue?
Good suggestions. I’d say exactly what I did, but then it’d be out there for all of the world to spill (and since they’ll be laying over in Detroit for four hours tomorrow evening, there’s a good chance they’ll see at least one airport-working, EWM-reading Detroiter before they see me). Very near to my thinking/gifting with the second suggestion.
Well, happy belated anniversary, and I’m sure your double-secret gift was jim dandy.
Modest, but j. dandy, I hope. Thanks for the anniversary wish.