Yesterday I ventured out past home with my husband. It was our wedding anniversary. The only rule about the weekend was that I did not want to be involved in the planning. I know that may sound scary to many women, but it’s only for one night, right? Any mother with grown children knows one night of “anything” compared to years with a teen is a piece of cake.
The weather, as we drove, up the coast turned dismal and cloudy. “Do you like it?” Couponman timidly asked as we walked into the hotel room he booked. I spotted a fireplace in the corner and a window with a balcony looking out on a gray sky and white capped waves of Pismo Beach. What’s not to like?
I grabbed him, burrowed my face into his neck and planted a handful of kisses under his ear. “Is that why the Mouse [our youngest grandson] always laughs?” he asked, giggling.
“No,” I responded. I leaned forward and gave him a bonk on his forehead with my own forehead. “That’s what makes him laugh.”
Twenty-one years… A testament to how much one man can endure.
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“the weather as we drove up . . . . was ‘dismal and cloudy.’”
Good story.
Whew, for a minute I thought drove all the way up here and didn’t stop in.
Sweet!
Happy Anniversary to both of you! 21 years of tolerating anything is quiet the testament! Here’s to 21 more! xo
Congrats on 21 years with couponman!
I have the feeling that Grandpa/Couponman is still around because he’s still interested because you’re still interesting!
Sweet post. Congratulations!!