Fifty-five years! Our fifty-fifth anniversary is today! For our fiftieth anniversary five years ago, our whole family got together in Nashville for a stay at the Gaylord Opryland Resort and Hotel. But today is a relaxed, private day of celebration, since we have so much else going on right now. Tomorrow our son Trevor and family will come in so that we can all attend a grandson's wedding in Kansas on Saturday. We will see our son Mark, father of the groom, and the rest of his family.
Mark is in the process of relocating to Austin, Texas, from Smithfield, NC. It will be so good to have them back in the midwest again! After his flying trip to Tennessee as wedding photographer, son Jamie and family have accomplished a move to a bigger home several miles away from their former residence. I'm so glad for them, but I can't help feeling nostalgic about their house where they brought home their newborn daughters. Maddie, 4, and Anne-Marie, 6, have never known any other home. No wonder Anne-Marie cried during the night last night, their first ever in the new house.
Besides all this activity, our week has been filled with the anxiety, hope and joy of the ups and downs of our 15-year-old granddaughter's accident and recovery, and vicariously experiencing through pictures the event of another granddaughter's wedding a few days ago. Howard's 75th birthday and Father's Day were a part of the mix, also.
So it's no wonder that we had a quiet, but nice, anniversary. "Do you want to go to McDonald's for breakfast?" Howard asked when I awoke. He's always up for that, but it takes me a little longer to get moving in the mornings, so I would rather eat at home. We enjoyed berries, pancakes and turkey bacon at "The Breakfast Club," (our front porch) in the cool, clear morning overlooking our dew-sparkled lawn. Then we had our walk at Cann Gardens amid more beauty of God's creation.
Getting out of the truck when we got home, I noticed in the back a 12-pack of flowers we had bought a couple of days ago. Howard had seen some planted in a bird bath at the park, and he wanted to do that at home. We got out the plants and potting soil and went to work.
First, we had to bring the heavy, unwieldy bird bath from the back yard. When I fretted over that, my husband allayed my fears by saying he would use the dolly to transport it. After we got it set up with the flowers looking lovely, it toppled over and spilled everything, necessitating doing it all over again. "It looks off balance," I announced when I viewed it from the porch. He leveled it by digging at some of the dirt under it, and after considerable adjustments, pronounced it level. Then I noticed that the bowl was off center, but finally we finished our "little" project.
After a good rest, we went for an early dinner at "The Rusty Barrel," the premier steak house here. Now he dozes in his chair while I write. Maybe our 60th anniversary will be a bit more celebratory!
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