I wrote this original post 5 years ago, (and have now altered it accordingly) but every year on the anniversary, I still sit in awe of how it all came to be. (And yes, this was supposed to be posted 2 days ago, but whatever.)
13 years ago today, I made the biggest move of my life.
13 years ago today, I moved from Oklahoma to California.
13 years ago today, hubby and I got caught in a snow blizzard outside Vega, Texas. (pop 880)
We spent our only $50 in cash we had on a tow truck to pull us out of a snowbank.
Every church was full when our U-Haul was rescued, so they opened up the Methodist church just for us.
We watched the R-rated feature “The Postman” alongside the mayor of the town.
The bank sign down the street read -2 degrees. That’s without wind chill.
We spent the night on the floor of the church until the Interstate reopened the next day.
We sent the church a $50 check thanking them for their help along with a picture of us in front of Alcatraz. We never heard from the church again, but our check was cashed.
Hubs and I had only spent 12 days together before I moved to CA to be with him.
13 years ago today.
Back when I lived in Tulsa and dating hubs long distance, I used to go to the liquor store after work and buy myself a bottle of white zinfandel. (Yes, in Oklahoma, you can only buy wine and liquor in a LIQUOR STORE. And, they’re even closed on Sundays….. I KNOW. And can we talk about my lack of wine taste and knowledge? Let’s just say, moving out West has done WONDERS for my taste buds.)
No, I didn’t buy a bottle every night, but the nights I was feeling lonely and my room mate was at her boyfriend’s for the 4th night in a row, I’d pour myself a glass of pink courage, open up my spiral notebook and place my heart down on paper.
He was my inspiration. (or the wine might have had something to do with it too.) Either or, looking back on this time reminds me of a life less complicated. I wrote down my thoughts on PAPER, spiraled notebook paper to be exact. No computers, no Iphone, nothing fancy. Just a pen and some thoughts was all that was needed.
I was cleaning out our ottoman the other day, (due to the lack of order and the 358 crumbs that had fallen through the main crack over the past 5 years) and ran across my wedding present to hubs. It was a black, leather-bound album with a handful of poems I had written about him that first year. (Wasn’t that THE BEST PRESENT EVER?)
Now, I can tell you, neither one of us have pulled it out and fawned over it since I gave it to him, but every once in awhile I enjoy going back in time and reminding myself of how it all began when life was less complicated and a bottle of pink, cheap wine was all it took for me to cement my heart to enjoy for years to come.
8 years ago today, hubs and I got hitched.
This is what he gave me.
This is what I gave him.
Not even a card.
(I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.)
Update: I was able to swing a card at Safeway while breaking a $20 for the babysitter during our Date Night. Not too shabby if I say so myself.
So, we packed this day full of celebratory fun for hubs’ birthday. He started out his day by sleeping in till 9am. (I had my turn yesterday morning.) I made Belgian waffles, with my new waffle maker, and we delivered his breakfast to him in bed.
Along with 4 personal cards, a workout shirt and the latest Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. (Don’t even want to talk about the timing on that last gift. Hubs’ XBox just died, somewhat. The evil “red ring of death” appeared on his system just a couple of nights ago. He now has to send it in for the hardware to be fixed. Lovely.)
Once he came out of our bedroom dungeon, we decided, last minute, to take the family to a local younger kid amusement park. We shoved some snacks in a bag and away we went. We spent a good two hours riding log rides, carousels, trains, cars, airplanes, flying fish, and dragon roller coasters.
We returned from the park to take naps, or at least attempt to, while hubs went on a bike ride along a local river trail. Hola had fallen asleep a mere 4 minutes before we got home, so getting him back down was somewhat of an annoying chore, but he eventually got the idea.
Once the boys were up, we started in on making the cupcakes. Then, hubs returned, so we headed to the store for dinner supplies. Gorgonzola burgers and vanilla cupcakes with chocolate icing were on the birthday menu. (Luckily, baths were next on our list.)
All in all, I think hubs had a great weekend celebrating his big day. I can say one thing for myself, for all the work that goes into making someone’s day special and taking care of regular duties, I can say for certain, I am pooped.
We went out this evening, alone, to celebrate hubs’ birthday tomorrow. We got our local high school babysitter and made the best of our hours out “on the clock.” Hubs works about 10 miles up the road from us in a quaint town. There is a lovely little winery there that serves dinner amongst the racks of wine, the fireplace and the rustic mountain atmosphere.
We were seated at the best table in the house. At the back, alone, amongst the hundred among hundred bottles of wine. It was cool enough, amongst the precious cargo, so we kept our jackets on. We dined on pickles, soft and hard cheeses, two types of salami, dried apricots, toasted baguettes, marinated beets, butternut squash soup, scallops, braised beef cheek and apple cake with caramel ice cream. We even had a bottle of red wine. (I made hubs drink most of my half, since I drove us home.)
I couldn’t even tell you what type of food they offer, or what “kind” of restaurant it actually was, (since they change their menu on a monthly basis,) but it was a perfect setting, with the best company, along with some fine local wine.
Here’s to you hubs. Hope your birthday is one of your best. (As I write this, he is asleep next to me on the couch. That wine must have done the trick. Luckily, he gets to sleep in tomorrow. He just might need it.)