My husband and I met on May 28th. During our courtship, every 28th of the month we'd refer to it as our 1 month, 2 month, 3 month etc. anniversary. We might give each other a card or I'd bake something sweet. Nothing over the top, just little gestures of affection.
Roll the clock forward a few years to a chilly February. Valentine's Day had been a flop due to a bad situation at my job. I was a paramedic and when taking a psych patient to the ER, he pulled a gun on me. It all turned out okay, but my nerves were frayed and I wasn't in the spirit to go out. Hubby was wonderful and we snuggled on the couch that night. A few days later, he asked me if I'd like to go out on a Thursday evening and I said I'd love to, but I was working that day and didn't know if I'd make it home on time. He said that was okay and whenever I got back, we'd go out. Okay with me. I thought he had mixed up our "anniversary," but I wasn't going to say anything.
I came home to find flowers waiting for me. I quickly changed and we left. In the parking lot of the restaurant, he handed me a card. It read "I know it's not your birthday or our anniversary and you're probably wondering what is up, but today I have known you for a 1000 days." It continued with looking forward to the next 1000 days. I was floored. THAT was special. We'd met 1000 days ago and now we were married, best friends, lovers, partners in crime, and crazy fools in love.
Five years after we met, I took him for a quick drive and pulled in to the apartment complex where we met. We went up to the 3rd floor and I shook his hand like we did the first time we met and I gave him some chocolate covered strawberries I had made. We hugged, smooched and giggled like fools. Our life together hasn't been without rough patches, but we always turn to each other. It's US against the rest of the world as we are truly one. I wish people would realize romantic gestures don't have to cost a fortune just forethought.
Maria
