Thursday, January 20, 2011

And Then It Hit Me!

Gene's daughter shot about 3 years ago
Every single day this week I have been sitting at my desk and each time I type the date on a letter, I have had this nagging feeling that this week had an important date but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Usually I can sort of go through the imaginary catalog of important dates in my head like birthdays, deaths, appointments, national holidays, etc.  

And then it hit me this afternoon.  It was our anniversary on Monday.   I called Gene and told him and we got a good laugh out of it.  I had spent most of Monday with dilated eyes after my doctor's appointment. He took me to lunch after the appointment to our favorite Thai restaurant since I couldn't really see to cook anything, and then came home and I slept all afternoon. 

Too funny!  Guess I'd better jot this date down in my Outlook and place a "recurring" marker on it. 

So, this afternoon (while I was working -- multi-tasking) I spent some time thinking about getting married on the edge of the Colorado River in Laughlin, Nevada seven years ago. We had planned a trip there for a round-up.  The week before our 3-day weekend to Laughlin, he casually mentioned something about getting married while we were there.  I said, "if it's hassle-free, I'll do it".  No wedding gowns, no reception, no walking down an aisle for me. We found a non-denominational preacher woman to come down to the river with a witness and we did it.  

I love being married to Gene. I love it that we both forgot our anniversary and it's okay. That's how it's been from the very beginning. Easy. He makes me laugh ... a lot.  Sometimes he'll wake up and know that I'm still trying to sleep and he'll just start laughing, softly at first and then it'll turn into this hysterical, gut-wrenching, tear-making laughter ... at nothing.   Well, mostly he's laughing because I'm still trying to sleep. I can't be mad at him. Have you ever seen his blue eyes?  And, he's always talking about his mom.  There is not a day goes by that he doesn't mention her in one fashion or another. I love that about him. When I bake sweets for him, he says his mom would have liked me.  I know my mom would have loved him, for sure. 

Anyway ... I'm glad I figured it out. The anniversary date, that is.  Marriage? I haven't a clue. I just get up everyday and try to see myself through his eyes.  He makes being married really easy.  Love you, Gene!

4 comments:

  1. Happy Anniversary to you both.

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  2. I have that picture of the two of you on my refrigerator. Happy #7! I'll never have one of MY anniversaries w/out thinking of you!

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  3. Yup, love having a wife that forgot too... whew, that would have caused a LOT of grief with most women I have ever known. Neither one of us is into much pomp and circumstance about much of anything. I swear if we were millionaires we would probably still have that 90 F150 with 220K miles on it in our driveway, although we might splurge on a bit of paint to cover the gray primer that is on it now. That's just how we swing.

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