B: “I'm confused.... Did we drop the ball?”
We were supposed to be out celebrating, going out to a nice dinner, and buying nice gifts for each other. Sam and I handed each other cards for our anniversary, equally content and perplexed by our lack of desire for anything more. Why didn't I feel bad about this? I can't say I'm sure I want this to become a "thing", and yet it seemed quite clear after some reflection why we were feeling this way: we have been actively living and celebrating our lives on a daily basis. These extra special days are indeed extra special, but they seem to have lost the same impact they used to have compared to our otherwise special moments. I grab Sam's arm, lean down to his face, and glare straight in his eye: "this does NOT mean don't buy me things or get me flowers from now on." (I have learned to spell things out for the husband with incredible intentionality, directness, and clarity. He stared back like a deer in the headlights. I think he got the message...).
That being said, this weekend is extra, extra special. It's Thanksgiving and I am lucky enough to be able to travel to be with beloved, adorable family in Chicago. Let's hope my fragile Texas body can handle the cold. I put on the heated seats at 60 degrees so.... yeah. This should be good.
Cheers, Love, and sincere hopes for a continued life of celebration and thanks.