Five years ago today, high atop the beautiful city of Boston, with friends and family as our witnesses, I married a truly incredible woman.
We exchanged vows with one another and without knowing what the future might hold, we committed to doing it together. On that day, we didn’t have a care in the world, other than not falling on our faces during a dance we’d practiced so long for (thank you John Cassese).
So much has happened in our lives in that short five years… but despite our peaks and valleys, love and support has always been a constant.
As this important anniversary approached, I began to think about how I might trump any of my sentimental and well-planned offerings of the past. How do you beat the shadowbox of heart-shaped stones collected over five years of hiking the Smoky Mountains or the rose quartz necklace that I picked up in Aspen on our first trip together? At this rate, I’m gonna have to shrink the moon like Felonious Gru. And let’s be honest, the only thing I know about the moon is not to bend over too far.
So this year, a tad stumped and with a complete house move looming in one week, I took my questions online. My research revealed that the ‘traditional’ 5-year anniversary gift is WOOD. For many of you that know me personally, follow my blog or have read my book – I can be mildly inappropriate at times. I enjoy it. It makes me smile.
So when WOOD came up in my search results, as it turns out, I realized I had already given my wife this gift (pun intended) 3 1/2 months ago and didn’t even realize it.
I’m happy to announce that baby #3 is very healthy, kicking and flipping, drinking amniotic fluid and excited to meet the world in late January… although if it were smart, it would want to stay in there much longer, given that Charlie has become a Toddler Mutant Ninja Turtle and Ava is already dragging the pump bag around the house asking to help nurse.
Happy Anniversary to us, Jen. I love you more than you can imagine.