I don’t get the chance to travel with my lady as much as I’d like to and I don’t think we’ve ever had the chance to travel during our anniversary, but we got that chance this year for our 12th wedding anniversary.
For a good chunk of our marriage, neither of us remembered when our anniversary was. Our anniversary wasn’t a big deal. Sure, we got married and it was an important day, but we always had so many other things going on, and other stresses that occupied our minds, that we didn’t take the time to celebrate our anniversary. It didn’t help that I believed anniversary celebrations and birthday celebrations are things that should be done later in life after things were settled financially.
One year we when were at my father-in-law’s house for dinner and Casey’s sister stopped by for dinner to wish us a happy anniversary. We looked at her with blank stares. We didn’t know what she was talking about. Then it hit us both. It was our anniversary and neither of us had remembered.
It’s now 8 or 9 years later, we’ve been through law school and a near divorce, and our anniversary means a lot more. Ever since we rededicated ourselves to our marriage, it seems like each year gets better and better.
This year we decided to do something special for our anniversary and we decided to head to St. Louis. We stayed at the Ritz Carlton where we were surprised with the VIP treatment, chocolate covered strawberries, and rose petals spread across the room.
We spent our anniversary morning sleeping in, followed by brunch. There aren’t many things I love more than an omelet bar at a breakfast restaurant. And then add some prime rib in on the side? Wow. I was even able to try some caviar, which I will not do again. Slimy, salty sea balls are not for me.
Once our brunch was over, we headed over to the City Museum where we figured someone at some time had an amazing imagination, a hell of a lot of left over re-bar, and an empty factory building. The City Museum in St. Louis was amazing and it might be the cure to America’s obesity problem. That place had Casey and me climbing all kinds of re-bar lined tunnels and walls. We saw lots of people drenched in sweat from all the unexpected exercise they got by attending.
The rest of our day was quiet as we drove around the city.
The day was a lot like our marriage. It was filled with good food, good conversation, surprising fun, and time with each other.
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