Last week my husband and I had an empty nest for about 36 hours. Our daughter was going to a football game and then spending the night at a friend’s. We decided to make the most of our time and plan a near-to-home getaway. So, after she got on the school bus, we loaded our bikes, visited our parents and headed out for a beautiful autumn day. We found a trail and admired the falling leaves and the creek and scenery along our 10-mile bike trip. We then went to our river house and relaxed (I relaxed by reading, he relaxed by mowing the grass…but he says that’s how he relaxes!) We decided to dress up and go out to dinner at a new restaurant. I donned my black dress and we headed out. We made a quick stop at the Widnoon Ice Cream stand to catch our last bit of ice cream before it closed for the season and then we went to the restaurant and had a lovely meal and some really fun conversation. It was a really nice date.
The thing about the entire date though was that when we called for the reservations, the host at The Meredith Inn asked if we were celebrating anything special. I thought about that a lot during the evening. Were we? Anything special? This was definitely a date that felt like it should’ve been an anniversary. (We’ve celebrated anniversaries before with very little fanfare.) So, what were we celebrating? Since it felt like an anniversary, I decided to call it that and in fact, it was my anniversary. Since I journal daily, I can tell you exactly what it was the anniversary of!
In 2018, I was spending time with friends in Florida….so it was the anniversary of a wonderful trip. I could’ve also been celebrating the 9th anniversary of a day when I pitched a fit and I was in a bad mood (yep, I wrote that down too.) Other years I attended college visitation with a child, hosted Godly Girls, watched George fix plumbing, listened to political banter (and prayed about it.) This date was the 2nd anniversary of a lunch date with a friend, the 8th anniversary of receiving the call giving us an adoption date and the 7th anniversary of the new porch at the Petroleum Valley Youth Center. So, I wonder, if we had responded to the host that yes, we were celebrating something special, would she have agreed?