the best things in life are…chocolate-covered
Over the past 5 years, things have slowly come to mean less and less to me. I’ve begun to realize, more and more, how life consists of much greater gifts than stuff: laughing a lot, loving good, listening well, noticing the little things, doing simple things together with an attitude that’s anything but ordinary.
For me, 5 years of marriage feels like a milestone. It feels like we’ve navigated the euphoric but uncertain shoals of the newlywed stage, and now we have actually embarked on the real journey of life together. I’ve begun to know this stranger a little, I’ve settled down into him a bit, and I’ve seen for myself that he’s a good man.
I think I know his strengths and his weaknesses, and I’ve also discovered a few of his idiosyncrasies (all of which I adore, of course!) In knowing him, I’ve known myself a little better, too; and I think I’ve changed a bit because of him. You know, gotten deeper, maybe wider, and certainly fuller. (No, I’m not pregnant.)
On our 5th anniversary, this little note appeared on the kitchen table…
…attatched to this:
What a guy! After I told him I didn’t want anything special. After I told him I just wanted to hang out with him all day.
There was also a pretty little card that I found early in the morning on my bathroom sink.
There was a little walk on the Plaza and dinner at P.F. Chang’s.
And there was a movie…a five-year-old video of our wedding that had never been watched. We watched it together, and cried. Well, not Zia. She just wondered who that girl with Dadda was?
So anyway, (enough of the mushy stuff) we’ve been nibbling on simply delectable morsels all week.
Things just taste better on a stick, don’t you think?
Ice cream, corn dogs, lollipops, marshmallows. And did you ever have orange juice popsicles as a kid? Who would know OJ could taste so good! A stick can turn anything into a treat.
Maybe I should start serving Zia her vegetables on a stick?
But then, she’d probably want them covered with chocolate, too…
