A few weeks ago, Ana and I celebrated the fourth anniversary of our wedding day. This was not as easy as it might sound. You see, up to that point we had been batting only about .333 on anniversaries together.
We were married on August 8, 2008 (8-08-08), under dramatically tumultuous skies, surrounded by a congregation of dear friends. As you can see (if you click and scroll down).
We’ve been delightedly wedded best friends ever since. (We were already best friends, but it was delicious to add in the wedded part.)
Our first anniversary, 8-08-09, we were on opposite sides of the planet.
Our second anniversary, we made it: 8-08-10, together and celebrating.
Our third anniversary, 8-08-11 — oops. Apart again. Couldn’t be helped. On the same continent, but hundreds of miles apart. She in Florida with her mom, me in Massachuetts, with our house, dogs, and daughter. Domestic obligations. Complicated.
So we held our breath. Here came spin-the-planet-around-the-sun Number Four. 8-08-12. Would we manage to arrange ourselves this time so that we would hit that day together in the very same geographic location?
We were off the plane and driving on our way to our hotel, when I told Ana, “You know, we agreed we wouldn’t get each other any gifts this year. And I didn’t.”
“I know,” she said.
“I mean, I really didn’t. I’m not just saying that so then I can surprise you by springing something on you that you won’t expect. I truly didn’t get you any gift.”
“I know,” she said. “I didn’t either. We agreed.”
I fumbled in my computer bag.
“But I did get you a card.”
I brought out the card. Here it is:
She glanced at it as she drove. Smiled. Reached down into the bag at her feet and pulled out an envelop.
“I got you one, too.”
She handed it to me.
Here it is:
Later we showed our cards to a few friends. One of them took a look and said to the others, “You know, I think they’re gonna make it.”
I think so too.
Wonder where we’ll land on 8-08-13 . . .