Backyard Anniversary
By Michelle (Graceful, Faith in the Everyday)
One year we spent five days hiking Acadia National Park in Maine.
Another year we kayaked around the San Juan Islands and ate freshly caught salmon at dockside restaurants.
Yet another year we bumped along a dirt road in a horse-drawn wagon to a tiny log cabin nestled amidst wildflowers beneath a looming Colorado peak. That evening I ate grilled bison for the first time.
This year we celebrated our anniversary in the backyard.
Earlier in the week we’d decided dinner out wasn’t in the cards. Our thirteenth anniversary fell on the same night as the elementary school open house. Brad was vigorously prepping his classes for fall semester. The boys started school that Wednesday. And I was putting the finishing touches on the debut issue of a new magazine at work. We had a lot on our plates.
Yet I was frustrated. We had to do something. Didn’t we deserve at least a little time to celebrate 13 years of marriage?