Ten years and counting
My husband and I celebrated our 10th Wedding Anniversary over the weekend. We were married at Fort Snelling Chapel in Minneapolis, MN on May 11, 2002. It was chilly and rainy that day as I recall.
Our anniversary weekend has always been marked by some event that has impacted us greatly. Two years prior to our wedding, I moved to Massachusetts, fearful that I would lose what I was convinced was the real thing when it came to dating. He was the real thing, and obviously, I didn’t lose him.
On our wedding night, my husband’s grandfather passed away peacefully in Roswell, NM. My own grandfather passed on a week later.
Our first anniversary was spent in New Mexico. I went into labor with our daughter exactly nine months to the day later.
Our third anniversary was spent with my mom, two cats, a toddler and a broken-down UHaul while driving across the country to move to Arkansas. Honestly, if a marriage can survive that, it can survive most other things.
On our fifth anniversary, Kathryn was sent to my mom’s for the weekend. She came back completely potty trained. It’s strange how wonderful we thought that present was!
On our sixth anniversary, my husband had a specific surgery that only males can have. We sent Kathryn to my mom’s house and her question of the week was “Mommy, will the doctor fix daddy?” Well, um, Kathryn, um.. Yes. Yes he will…
And so, this year, we wanted to make our own memory that we’d cherish forever. We hadn’t been camping together since I was two months pregnant. Unfortunately, sixteen weeks of borderline hyperemesis gravidarum did not make for an enjoyable camping trip that year.
This weekend, we went to Lake Ouachita State Park and roughed it for three days. Our campsite had only a fire pit, a pad for our tent and a park bench. We remained mostly unplugged from the world. It was fantastic! Our only regret was forgetting our fishing poles at home. It only rained from bedtime Friday night until lunchtime on Saturday and by 2 pm Saturday, we were able to get out on the lake to canoe. I hadn’t been canoeing in 20 years. We walked to each destination and didn’t get into the car once. By the end of that night though, I was downing three pain pills, I was so sore.
We reluctantly left our campsite yesterday afternoon and drove to my parents’ house in Searcy to fetch our child and dog. We got back home late last night.
Today, George is back at work and I’m home doing housework dreaming of the day we will be able to return.