(From last month's walk through Central Park; picture courtesy Inkling.)
Eleven Ways to Celebrate 11 Years of Wedded Bliss:
- Drop the kids off with grandparents. Hard to say who's going to have more fun...the grandparents or the grandkids!
- Go downtown Portland for a wonderful dinner at Pazzo Ristorante. Enjoy red meat since it's never cooked at home.
- Stroll downtown, hand in hand, through stores, through Pioneer Courthouse Square (pause to consider watching Goonies showing in the square later that night, but decide against it). Talk about how much you love Portland.
- Snuggle on the couch, watching tv.
- Sleep in (even if you don't end up sleeping in, relish a morning where you don't have to change a diaper, clean up spilled cereal, fill sippycups with juice, give baths, and answer no less than 20 questions about What We Are Doing Today)
- Finish projects around the house that are tricky to do when small hands "help."
- Plan to see X: Files (even if you don't believe in aliens, you do believe in Mulder and Scully).
- Pack a picnic lunch to eat at Bush Park between movies.
- Plan to see The Dark Knight (even if one of you suspects that it might be too violent for her taste).
- Eat dessert--black and white mousse torte, naturally--at The Konditerai.
- Kiss each other goodnight, and remember that it's been a good year.
Of course, they've all been good years. But this year has been one in which almost everything seemed to fit in place. No big changes, no catastrophes, no surprises. We've been healthy, gotten our finances on track (hooray for finally being debt-free), made plans for the future. Only the Lord knows what next year will hold--moving? new jobs? building a house?--and last night as we were eating dinner, we decided that we aren't going to worry about next year. That piece of time is not in our hands.
But this year? Jason got his Masters degree; I got another year of making it through; we traveled to the east coast twice. We had another year of parenting two beautiful girls, who have discovered joy in dancing, joy in singing, joy in laughing. Come to think of it, we have a lot of laughter in our house.
Which is the most anyone can hope for.
(Love you, Sweetums. And better consider this post your card...since I hate to break tradition by getting you one. xx)