I raced downstairs this morning and popped myself in front of my laptop for an hour of checking and answering emails, visiting blogs and reworking my latest picture book manuscript, before my hubby and I ventured out for our usual Sunday brunch.
Just as I was finishing up he popped an envelope across my keyboard, bent and kissed me and gently said “Happy Anniversary darling”.
OMG!…… I knew it was coming soon, I knew it was this month, I knew because I had mentioned it at work, I knew….. but, somehow it had snuck up on me. Oh! how could I have done the unthinkable!…… I forgot!
My white-faced silence told him everything… and he laughed. So sweet and forgiving. I thought only men did that……. women always remember special dates. Am I showing my age..*buried head in hands* I hope not…..lol.
I have since made amends, I wrote him a little poem, admittedly it’s not my best work, but then I profess to not being much of a poet anyway, but he loved it and that’s the main thing. We are going out tonight for a lovely candle lit dinner for two, and I promise, pinky promise, never to do the unthinkable again!
When you took my Hand
That I should be so lucky,
When you came into my life.
I am the lucky one you chose,
To be your loving wife.
I never thought I would experience,
Such a gentle warm embrace.
As I look into soft eyes,
The sweet smile upon your face.
Watching young kids giggle and laugh,
When games with them you play.
I am grateful you were not taken,
Years ago one terrible day.
I love how friends privileged to know you,
Enjoy your laughter gather round.
Your generous spirit, your jokes,
Along with your dry wit sees no end.
Yes the gentle, warm, and often shy,
Compassionate and loving man.
How could I have forgotten a special day,
Thirty five years ago when you took my hand.