Sidenote, sort of: Let me take this moment to explain...My sweet and dear husband has asked that we not use his real name....apparently, he's got an alter ego I didn't know about. But from now on, at his request, not mine, let's call him Ricardo.
Today is our 5 year wedding anniversary. Don't bother to google it, Ricardo already did....it's wood. Wood is the custom gift for 5 years. Ricardo had a fun time with that one, so I don't need your jokes, heard 'em already. I wonder what he'll do when it's glass. Hmmmm.
And now for the token mood setter: And cue Karen Carpenter: "We've only just begun.......TO LIVVVVVVVEE!" I'll spare you the rest...for now.
Last year, lucky number 4...we forgot. We BOTH forgot our anniversary. His gramma sent us a card and we didn't get it in the mail until the day after. I read the card, checked the calendar, and called him up. Woops. Hey, we had 2 1/2 year-old twins, and I was in the midst of the adventures of potty training. It's a wonder we remembered each other's NAMES at that point.
We started out big in our efforts to actually plan a night out. This is rare. Even when we get a sitter, we get in the car to go eat and then to a movie. It takes us about a half hour of driving around and peeking in to see if the wait is too long to find a place to eat. We eat. It's a very enjoyable experience because I can keep the lemon dropper vodka shots coming without the kids wanting a "sip out of the baby glass" and we can talk....to EACH OTHER. It's amazing! We don't have any kids to ignore, no food to cut up, unless I have too much vodka...uh, anyways. So, we always end up eating at a nice place, and enjoying our time together. Then we get in the car to go to the movie, and either decide we're too full and tired to force ourselve to stay up, and you GOTTA get the popcorn and milk duds at the movies; or we take another half hour to decide on what to see, and then the movie doesn't start for another hour or so. We then opt to go home and cheat the babysitter out of a couple of hours of pay.
But tonight, I've forced a plan. I begged for one. Okay, fine, I didn't really beg for one so much as change my mind, which inevitably changed OUR minds over and over and over. We went from a royal night of fancy smancy dress up and dining to what we are now both much more excited about...It's only been 5 years, I mean really. We're still young, and fun, and quite frankly, really not the fancy smancy type. So, we're going to the adult version of Chuck E. Cheese. I'm so excited about it! We're going to Dave & Busters. Hahahah! It sounds lame, I know. But when's the last time we got to go play and be silly without being totally validated by the kids? Uh, not since they were BORN! So, we're going. And we'll have a blast...we always do.
Ricardo and I are a party of two, always have been. You can ask any of my pals....we're almost annoying because we're so much fun. But really, we're more fun, people are just jealous. And we'll have fun without you, no problem! Back when we were dating, we were going to meet my Daph (She's MY Daph, no one else's) and her boyfriend for drinks. We got there early, and not only got our own round of drinks, but got to know all our new friends around us. My Daph and boyfriend got there late. Us early + Them late = no catching up to our funness!
Ricardo and I could have a party at a nunnery if need be. He is the funniest, wittiest, and most fun person I've ever met. Sure, we love each other, and we talk about our feelings and communicate very well. Blah blah blah. But I have so much fun with this guy. No one on the planet could make it more fun to raise kids than Ricardo. In our most serious of moments, rushing the kids to the E.R., in hindsight are still funny. Max got the croupe, and we had to rush him to the E.R. in the middle of the night. Hubby, rushed us there, stating, "I'm a pro at this." Once Max was okay, we still had to wait in the hospital for a while, and we must have giggled at that for hours....so nice of the doctors to GIVE us that time to ourselves...
It's today that not only do I celebrate that he still likes me. But I also choose to celebrate the simple fact that he showed up that glorious day, five years ago. What a guy!
Thanks for showing up, hunny. And thanks for my babies!
And that's how I roll!
