Thirty-one years — as of July 3rd my husband & I have been married for thirty-one years. We celebrated unceremoniously by getting up from our kitchen table where we were planning a week of camp. We went to a local pizza joint called Salvos. We didn’t spruce up; we simply wore the shorts and t-shirts that we had on. We enjoyed a delicious meal of salad, garlic knots, and pasta. No one at the restaurant knew it was our anniversary except us. It seems a fitting way to celebrate 31 years, which has no traditional anniversary gift associated with it. Thirty-one isn’t the exciting 20th or 25th… it is the 31st. An ordinary number, odd, and prime. This too seems fitting — prime and nondescript.
Oh, some years we’ve taken a trip to San Diego or Saint Augustine or gone out to eat at a fancy restaurant. Sometimes we’ve stayed home and fixed the house. Sometimes we’ve been at a wedding or a baptism. Sometimes we’ve gone to the zoo and slept on a bench near the giraffes.
Different years have needed different things. Sometimes it’s about celebrating others; sometimes it’s about taking time for just us where we can cocoon ourselves away from the world for a bit. Sometimes there isn’t time or money to do anything special. Sometimes taking-it-easy is what we want to do even though we may have the time and money.
Different years, different needs, different ways to celebrate. Some are extravagant and some are quiet — both work.
Happy belated anniversary my love. Here’s to the ordinary days. Here’s to 31 years. May we be granted many more. Cheers!
Prime indeed 😉
I love you!