Year Four

I have a great husband.

This morning I pried myself out of bed before 6 am and trudged downstairs with a very awake Jack in my arms. Right by the coffee pot, my husband had a basket of flowers and a nice card to wish me happy 4th anniversary.

Dave has come to be a very thoughtful gift giver. This year, I got a flower containing geraniums, which is significant because they are the flowers for year four. Geraniums symbolize peace, comfort, and gentility that comes with a relationship maturing by year four.

What's even more impressive is that Dave had to go out of his way to order this basket of flowers from an actual florist. Most people my age tend to drop by Walmart or Target to pick up flowers or order them off the internet. Nope, this required an old-fashioned floral call.

Dave got up to have breakfast with me. I had golden grahams, strawberries, juice, coffee, and an egg. He microwaved some oatmeal for himself. He has to work tonight to cover the NBA draft. I arranged to have a picnic with friends. We are going out to dinner this weekend, courtesy a dinner gift from Dave's folks.... but I guess this shows we've settled into a peaceful normal that's expected by the fourth year of marriage.

We've been a couple for about nine years, married for four, and now we have a little game changer to keep life interesting. I don't gush about private feelings on the internet. That's not me. But I will say Happy Anniversary, Dave and I love you.

And I've already looked. I'm getting daisies next year. (You know, they look like the ones you took out with a weed-eater a few weeks ago.) he he.