Isabel and I celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary yesterday.
It's probably fitting that we were busy for most of the day, working around the house, running kid-related errands. That's the kind of life we have, and we think it's worth celebrating.
But we did have some time together when all of that busy-ness was done. The kids were fed, so we had a nice dinner together at home: filet mignon with mushrooms, roasted parmesan potatoes, and broccoli with garlic. Some red wine (which is good for me -- the medical journals say so). Chocolate cake to finish it off.
What was especially nice was that the kids made the cake themselves. They've helped us out enough times before to know how to make a cake. Peter was in charge, and John and Catherine only stormed out of the room a couple of times during the process. John lit the candles on the cake. Catherine was our waitress for dinner, setting the table and discreetly refilling our water glasses. (I tipped her a dollar.)
But maybe the most memorable part came as Peter was decorating the cake. The kids took turns covering the cake with chocolate frosting, but they wanted to write "HAPPY 17th," but had run out of frosting. They whipped up a quick frosting to write those few letters, basically out of powdered sugar and a little milk with some food coloring. Unfortunately, the consistency was a little thin, and the letters kind of ran together a bit. Peter realized there was a problem as he made the letter A in HAPPY -- the three lines that make up the "A" sort of spread together, closing that triangle-shaped gap in the middle. He cried out in frustration. We called into the kitchen to ask if he was OK, and, trying to explain that the triangular gap in the "A" was closing up, he said, "I'm having problems with the 'A' hole."
Isabel and I couldn't remember laughing that hard on our anniversary before. Would have made a great little Reader's Digest story except for that punch line.....
2 comments:
Happy (belated) Anniversary you two love birds, and thanks for sharing the great story. I can hear Peter saying that and imagine the explosion of laughter that must have followed.
Tom
Bob - good luck with your treatments. Sounds like your "obnoxious" dilignece has helped identify the right time to start treatment.
I told Emily last night, and her first reaction was " wow, looks like we'll need to get a Snuggie for Uncle Bob." That's the down side of your blog sharing.
Needless to say, I voted for a pretty pink snuggie, but was shot down. We'll be sendng you a package soon to keep you warm during treatment. (and a few Jim Beam nips in case the Snuggie doesn't cut it.)
See you soon.
Mike
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