hope floats
our 2nd wedding anniversary was last Tuesday. it was a rather strange occassion, but all turned out well, ending with dinner at Red Lobster.
i was so frustrated about not securing the gift i wanted to give my hubby and decided that getting a replica of our wedding cake would be a nice consolation gift. you try having a custom cake built the day you need it.
then, around midday, we learn that our big girl has a basketball playoff game the same evening--IN RICHARDSON--AT 5:30--that would be rush hour!!
they lost, and that sucked big time. for all of us.
so we get home after dinner and discovered that while we pounded down Lobsterfest appetizers we had been robbed. well, sort of. one of my most special possessions had been stolen--our wicker porch rockers and table.
a dpd officer comes out--at around 2 a.m.--and tries to lift prints. no luck. that's ok. it was somewhat consoling for him to try.
told you it was a strange "celebration." all in all, i guess the evening was kind of a metaphor for the life we've shared thus far. ups and downs, unexpected obstacles, teamwork, comforting and supporting one another -- a real partneship in solving problems.
one of my very best buds watched the girls Saturday so that we could go to dinner and the drive-in. but being late for dinner at Simply Fondue, usually a 2-hour event, made us late for the drive-in. so after dinner we grabbed some coffee and sat in our family car at cliche point, overlooking White Rock Lake and the Dallas skyline, and just talked. like old friends. turns out, losing my job has a lot more implications than just lower income and having no thrill of deadline. it means my husband and i have lost something. an important something that we shared; that connected us.
just as hope floats, elsewhere in our characters we'll find a life jacket to help us bob beside it.
i was so frustrated about not securing the gift i wanted to give my hubby and decided that getting a replica of our wedding cake would be a nice consolation gift. you try having a custom cake built the day you need it.
then, around midday, we learn that our big girl has a basketball playoff game the same evening--IN RICHARDSON--AT 5:30--that would be rush hour!!
they lost, and that sucked big time. for all of us.
so we get home after dinner and discovered that while we pounded down Lobsterfest appetizers we had been robbed. well, sort of. one of my most special possessions had been stolen--our wicker porch rockers and table.
a dpd officer comes out--at around 2 a.m.--and tries to lift prints. no luck. that's ok. it was somewhat consoling for him to try.
told you it was a strange "celebration." all in all, i guess the evening was kind of a metaphor for the life we've shared thus far. ups and downs, unexpected obstacles, teamwork, comforting and supporting one another -- a real partneship in solving problems.
one of my very best buds watched the girls Saturday so that we could go to dinner and the drive-in. but being late for dinner at Simply Fondue, usually a 2-hour event, made us late for the drive-in. so after dinner we grabbed some coffee and sat in our family car at cliche point, overlooking White Rock Lake and the Dallas skyline, and just talked. like old friends. turns out, losing my job has a lot more implications than just lower income and having no thrill of deadline. it means my husband and i have lost something. an important something that we shared; that connected us.
just as hope floats, elsewhere in our characters we'll find a life jacket to help us bob beside it.
posted by hildy @ 10:10 AM
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