Today, my husband and I celebrate 19 years together. So last night, after all day of sneezing, blowing my nose and hacking up my lungs, I had a confession to make. I just had to put it out there so we wouldn’t have a disappointing anniversary.
“Tomorrow is our anniversary… I’ve done zero shopping and I don’t have card.” There. I said it.
I watched his face change. But it wasn’t a look of hurt. It was a look of relief. His face lit up with a truly authentic smile before he spoke, “I haven’t either!”
So we agreed that, at least for today, it doesn’t take a card and a gift to prove that we’ve never been more grateful or more committed to each other. Sure it’s important to be thoughtful. And we will celebrate when we’re not fighting colds, and deadlines, and scheduling craziness. But this is one of those days when the most perfect way we could possibly express our affection is to let ourselves off the hook.
We’ve had a truly drama-filled year. I won’t even begin to list all the wild twists and turns we’ve experienced in 2008. So there is no cheesy card or gift we could exchange that would say, “I’m here for the long haul” quite like surviving the roller coaster of 2008 together.
So… we exchanged greetings on Facebook. We got flowers from some thoughtful family members. And in-between cough medicine dosages and phone appointments, we have basked in the relief that comes in knowing, on this 19th anniversary, our imperfect celebration is just perfect. We’re covered in grace.