"Today's Talk Like a
Pirate Day...and I forgot to celebrate it...again!" I exclaimed to
Mark Thursday.
"You mean today's our
anniversary?" he replied.
I wracked my brain, trying
to remember when
we got married.
"Oops, um, yeah." Then, picking up steam, "So it's pretty
special that we harvested
the apples from our Virginia Beauty today because it's our
wedding anniversary!"
"That's right!" Mark
agreed. "My
aunt gave us that tree from her neighbor's heirloom apple nursery
as a wedding present."
"I guess I should
have gotten you something for this anniversary, huh?" I mused,
then wandered off to google the traditional gift for a fourth
anniversary. "Fruit or flowers!" I exclaimed. "And you
got me fruit today!"
"Well, really, you got me fruit," said Mark,
referring to the way I cut up the dropped apples for our
lunch. But I was intent, instead, on the fact that my sweet
husband had reached high into the tree to pluck the apples over my
head, then shaken the trunk to get the last four from the
tippy-top to fall.
Husband-wife apple-picking --- the best anniversary gift
ever! We may have to pretend it's our fourth wedding
anniversary every year, although next year's traditional gift
(wood) sounds pretty good. Maybe it will equate to an
extra-full woodshed?
Congrats on your fourth anniversary. Talk Like a Pirate Day 2013 was my husband's and my 15th wedding anniversary. And his birthday . . .
April