Romance isn't dead, but it is receiving CPR. The day was fast approaching, but I forgot about it till that morning and then wondered what we could do to celebrate. Previous years had been marked by eating out and even special trips to Nashville, but when I suggested the options the response came back that we could just stay home.
Staying home seemed to commonplace. It was something we did almost every day anyway. How could this be a celebration? Was there something special about it? On one previous anniversary when we had taken the trip on the train to Nashville, it was memorable. It was the first time either of us had been on the train. The dinner and hotel in the center of the city seemed unique. The outing was an affair we could look back on with some relish.
Even the day after the big night out was memorable, as we took a taxi to the golf course for a fun day on the links before boarding the train back to Lebanon that afternoon. Would there be anything of note to help us remember just staying home?
Thinking about ways to remember or mark special events, I got the idea of planting something in our yard, so while we were out shopping I grabbed a smoke tree that we could plant. Instead of the commercial flowery worded anniversary card, I jotted down several words of prose about my feelings for Linda and then printed them up to give her.
My last stop was at the flower store, where I hoped a bouquet of roses would be able to say the things I still had not been able to put into words.
So on the anniversary date we shared these things. I'll have to admit it was much easier than getting dressed to go out to eat, but so far we haven't dug the hole to plant the tree I picked out for her. Why did I choose the smoke tree you ask? I wanted to entertain the illusion that something about our anniversary could be hot.