21st Wedding Anniversy

Today is mine and my husband's 21st wedding anniversary! Congratulations to us! I was 23 when we married, and he was 24. The weather on that June day in 1987 was absolutely perfect! I still remember how blue the sky was, and we exchanged vows under that beautiful sky.

My husband and I are still deeply in love with each other, and we're each other's best friend. To celebate, we have 6:45 dinner reservations for tonight.

So happy anniversary to me and my handsome husband!

Too Sweet Not to Share

It was a weekday morning during the school year. My son was in the first grade, and it was the day he was going to the book fair. He already knew which book he was going to buy because his class had visited the fair a day or so earlier just so the children could browse the selections with their teacher. My little blonde haired, blue eyed reader had told me that his book would cost $4.00. As I was giving him those four one-dollar bills, he said, "It's $4.00, but you can pay $5.00." I stopped and looked at him, "Well, is it $4 or $5?", I patiently asked. "It's $4.00, but you can pay $5.00." I thought he may have not remembered whether or not it was $4.00 or $5.00, so I was reaching in my purse for another dollar. As I was giving him the money, I said, "Here's $5.00." Our confusing conversation continued, "well, it's $4.00, but you can pay $5.00", he said. By this time, I was getting a little frustrated. I had to finish getting ready for work and time was getting away from us. I said, "If it's $4.00, don't give the lady $5.00, okay?" My seven year old's reply? "Well, on the back it says $4.00 CAN $5.00." I immediately started laughing and told him that I would explain that on our way to school. I hopped in the shower and finished my morning routine. By the time we walked out the door, I had forgotten that I needed to explain what the "CAN" $5.00 meant. Later that day while at work, I suddenly remembered what I had forgotten to do. All I could think of was that precious baby being confused as to why he's going to pay $4.00 for a book when he could be paying $5.00.

My once confused first-grader is now in middle school. He and I still enjoy laughing about the CAN story.

A Nip Here, a Tuck There

I was talking on the phone a few days ago with one of my sisters. I'm blessed to have two. They are both older than me, one being six years my senior and the other four. We grew up together in the '60's and '70's, and during that time we shared a bedroom. Even though we moved a few times, the size of our bedroom was always pretty much the same, i.e. just your basic 12' x 12'. We each had a twin bed. Now if you've got our room pictured in your mind as looking like Marcia's, Jan's and Cindy's, think again. Since the Brady girls' room was considerably larger than ours, they were able to be a little more creative in their furniture placement. We just had our twins lined up in a row, with not much walking room in between. (During those years, I discovered why God made little toes.)

I've been trying to remember whose bed was in the center. I think it was mine, since my headboard was slightly different than theirs. My sister who is closer to my age was always the "motherly" one. At night, she would tuck in our covers under our feet before she would crawl under the covers herself. If our feet became "untucked" before she would drift off to sleep, all we had to do was to ask, "will you tuck me in?" She would then get out of her bed, and repeat the tucking process. Thinking back on her doing that (and on us asking her to do so) cracks me up. But at the time, it was a normal nighttime ritual for us girls. Didn't all sisters do that?

I still remember what our beds looked like. They were painted an off-white and trimmed in gold. I guess mine was a little different because it was purchased at a different time than the other two. As each of us girls married and moved away from home, we were given our bed to take with us. I kept mine for several years, and then gave it away. (Don't tell my mother because I would get the "I can't believe you did that" speech.)

Tonight when I lay my weary head down on my pillow, and if my feet become untucked, I'll be thinking about my sisters (and I guess I'll just have to tuck them back in myself.

My new "thing"

Blogging is my new "thing". And I'm so excited about my new adventure as a blogger. This is something so foreign to me, but it's something I want to do. So, I'm now not only a wife, mother, and secretary. I'm also now a blogger. Hurray for me!