Today is the
fifty-seventh anniversary of the day I married John. I do so wish he were here
so we could celebrate together, but if wishes were horses….
Last year I
took John’s orb and we went to dinner at a restaurant. I turned on the base,
placed the orb on top and sat it across from me in the booth. I even had the
waitress take photos of us. I’m not planning to do the same thing this year. I
think I’ll hold off until we reach our sixtieth. And, since John cannot drive
me home after as many martinis (maybe champagne for sixty) as I’d like to have,
I might even rent a limo and/or call an uber to take me to and from.
I think for
today, I’ll spend some time looking through all the cards we gave each other
over the years. Cards from the boys are interspersed throughout, so the process
will give me way more than one memory lane to traverse. I also still have our
wedding album and honeymoon photos as well as photos from every year we shared.
I suppose I could haul all the albums and boxes out of the closet. It would
make quite a mess and I’d undoubtedly have to add leaves to the table. Still,
those boxes are stuffed with memories. Some would make me laugh, others bring a
smile and still others make my eyes leak a lot. All in all, though, my walks
down so many different memory lanes would leave me remembering how much I loved
as well as how much I was loved.
Not a bad way
to spend the day. It would leave me feeling nostalgic but happy to have had all
those years and memories.
Happy Anniversary to John and
moi!!!