two anniversaries

I bet you were thinking I was going to talk about being married 37 years and how we celebrated?  Think again, my dear friend.

(Of course, I will share.   I promise to share how we celebrated and will include snazzy pictures to boot!)

First I want to talk about yesterday.  Our one year anniversary of owning two (not one, TWO) beautiful off WHITE sofas.  Yes, you read that correctly.  I wanted/lusted over/had to have/saved up for/cut out pictures/printed pictures of the perfect, plush, white sofas.

We were previous owners of a beautiful, well-built, lovely legs, navy BLUE sofa.  Actually, we are still guardians of a dark moss-green sofa which still lives in our library.

Our youngest boy went away to college 14 years ago.

It was time.  We could pretend to be grown-ups.  We could actually have a white sofa or two.  Oh, yes we could. 

They were delivered to our home exactly one year ago yesterday.  I know this because I wrote the magnificent date on our calendar.

I will graciously save you all the conversations/smart-aleck remarks/comments that Mr. Right made prior to bringing these beauties home.  Please, don’t come crying to me when you get “fill in the blank” on your new WHITE sofas.

We have the sofas in the great room.  They get used.  I sit and read and yes, drink coffee.  Glorious brown liquid.  I have actually used an orange highlighter pen while reading.  Don’t get the vapors…..I’ve actually enjoyed a glass of Green juice while sitting on the sofa.  The grands have used chalk on the chalkboard covered coffee table and there may or may not have been a “dusting” of chalk on said sofas.

Also, we do indeed have a 14.5-year-old beautiful, extremely hairy (we call dog hair, love) Golden Retriever, named Sweet Liberty.  While she is sweet she is also quite generous in sharing her love.  So, weekly, I am wiping down said white sofas of beautiful golden hair.

However, for the most part, these sofas have not had any major spills or issues.

Until, last night.

The 365th day.

I was in the spa taking a luxurious bath.  A two-hour, salt lamps plugged in (on the counter), bath salts, a lit beeswax candle, steam, organic bubbles swirling, lovely jets of warm water kind of spa.  Weird, I thought I could smell toast…

I had made rustic sesame bread and toasted was amazing.  It did smell like toast.  Um, maybe after my bath I should have a slice of toast?

When I came padding out to the kitchen, all wrapped in a fluffy white robe, I saw the toaster on the counter.  Yum.  Toast sounded perfect.

Mr. Right proceeded to tell me “the” story.  An excellent novel + PEANUT BUTTER toast….. you KNOW where this is going.……………………  reading, relaxing, moved just right and somehow the toast flipped upside down (of course) and SPLAT right on one of the WHITE cushions.

I felt bad for him.   He felt horrible for being the one to flip his toast onto the sofa.

Surprisingly, I was relieved.  We have been waiting for 365 days of when the “Big Spill” would happen.  We both could exhale.  The Grace period for spills had ended.  We could breathe again.

*(Housekeeping note)   Come to find out water and a sponge (and panic and more water and more panic) did an amazingly good job.  The cushion looks pretty darn good this morning.  If when the sunshine comes out to play, in the brighter light, we may need to remove the cover and have it professionally cleaned we can certainly do that.

Oh, and by the way, our other anniversary…..our wedding anniversary was a hoot.  While we usually take in a museum exhibit & fancy dinner or a nice trip or a quiet walk with a lovely seaside lunch………….this year was neither quiet or fancy or stuffy.

 

We went underwater bowling and by golly was it a HOOT.  It was so fun and well-appointed.  The place was spotless.  Other patrons had a great time.  We laughed and had fun. We even ate lunch in the bowling alley bar.  It was surprisingly good & tasty.  The people were so friendly and happy.

 

 

With the exception of the dreadfully unflattering sad bowling shoes, it was a MARVELOUS way to celebrate our favorite day of the year.

I highly recommend it.  (the bowling and marriage)

Marriage is not a noun; it’s a verb. It isn’t something you get. It’s something you do. It’s the way you love your partner every day. Barbara De Angelis

Here’s to great marriages and beautiful, glorious white sofas!

In this together, friends,

Chat soon.

PS.  Seriously folks………….while bowling, one CANNOT avoid dreadful……..uninspiring……….not one bit snazzy….. sad bowling shoes.   And another thing………..who came up with the less than stellar idea of printing the shoe size on the outside of said shoes????

I am GRATEFUL that in the everyday world we choose not to print shoe sizes on the outside of our shoes.   See?  Something to be grateful for every single day of our lives.