Tired Papa and I have been married for seventeen years tomorrow.
That's a long time.
As my youngest daughter and I were driving to dance tonight she told me that her Dad and I should do something special for our anniversary.
'Like what?' I asked.
'Like go downtown and go out for a romantic dinner,' she replied.
I reminded her that on our anniversary her father and I would be running between her two dance recitals and her brother's baseball tournament. I don't think we'll even have time to have a burger together tomorrow, never mind a whole romantic meal.
'That's bad,' she said.
But you know what? I'm not so sure it is.
If you had told me seventeen years ago that I would be spending my anniversary today still happily married to the same guy and that I'd be spending the day enjoying activities with our beautiful healthy children, I think I would have been okay with that.
I'm still okay with that.
Happy Anniversary Hun.
Oh, but can I get a rain check on the whole romantic dinner idea? That sounds kinda nice too.