Anniversary Love

Three years and one child later, I came to the realization that I really, really love my husband. Even more than I thought I did.

He had a weekend planned of fun activities to celebrate our Anniversary, but I spent that weekend in varying states of attentiveness, caught up in a terrible head cold. On a Sunday afternoon he sent me to bed, and he set out to take the luckiest boy in the world on a bike ride. I slept, then awakened in fear. How long was I asleep? Are they safe? Did they get hit by a car? (Can we blame the sickness for this hypochondrium?)

Then came an overwhelming realization – I would give anything – anything – so that neither my husband nor my son would feel pain. I would give my whole world for them. And I felt so much love for them in that moment it was unreal. I got up from my bed, walked out to find them wrapped in blankets swinging on the porch swing. See why he’s the luckiest boy in the world? And I’m the luckiest girl.

We did celebrate our Anniversary, though. We rode our bikes to Winger’s, got our usual with a side of pie, then put the little guy to bed, and Ty gave me a massage. Maybe perfect?

Then, as an Anniversary encore, we took a sunny weekend at its word and broke out our new mountain bikes. I’m convinced mountain biking burns more calories than any other activity. Wow. We went on a trail that terrified me! Switch backs, bushes (we learned this trail was for running in the end), and I ended up bruised in a pile of deer droppings at one point. Even after all that I think the memory will be a fond one.