It was a chilly Canadian day in the middle of December.
I was sitting on a red double decker tourist bus
rolling down a scenic road in Victoria, British Columbia.
I wanted the best view of the Straight of Juan de Fuca.
I climbed to the open air top level and wiped my seat dry with a towel.
The snow capped Olympic mountains stared at me from the south.
I loved the cool breeze.
The view was stunning.
My family was with me.
We were all healthy
It was a good day.
This is how I celebrated my 30th wedding anniversary.
The big mall across the river wasn't even built when I filled out the obligatory wedding registry.
I still have the dishes I registered for, however, from the old downtown store in 1988.
They were simple, an every day kind of dish. (Nancy Calhoun, White)
I still like them and I still use them.
Those dishes were there,
from the beginning.
We settled in Winter Park and eventually moved on to Idaho Falls, Groton Long Point, Bremerton, Idaho Falls again, Greenland, Angola, West Seattle, and then finally, Maple Valley.
And then, you know, we suddenly had two kids and a bunch of diapers and soggy handfuls of goldfish crackers and something that somehow spilled on the couch that nobody knows anything about and preschool tuition and Urgent Care bills and fundraisers and a lot of broccoli that ended up down the disposal and more than a couple of shockingly short lived pets. Occasionally, the husband and I would pause for a conversation..... a moment...... a memory. But soon it was back to band concerts that were a little too long and all of the towels on the bathroom floor and and far, far away soccer games and rainy cross country meets and debates about proper bedtimes and too many video games and SAT tests and are you sure you did your homework questions and so, so much laundry and.....
I was on top of that bus in the middle of winter with those sticky, little, goldfish squishing, soccer kids who somehow qualified for the adult price on this chilly tourist bus ride. The husband sat next to them. The husband who has patiently put up with the yin and yang of 30 years of marriage. The husband who has embraced all that can possibly
and all of
one person says hello,
and the other person finds that to be quite a clever
Today that mall across the river is kind of old. Today my wedding registry dishes sell online with the "vintage" label attached to them. Today the preschool tuition is college tuition. Today that broccoli that no one would eat is roasted in a 425 degree oven with a bit of oil and garlic and salt and pepper and is eaten like candy. There are no leftovers. Today the debates are about politics. Today they pick up their own towels. Mostly. Today my couch is only covered in cat hair. Today I see the family that's with me on this bus ride shivering in their winter coats. Today I see them cold ...possibly miserable, watching me be happy, up on the upper deck, pelted by the ocean spray on this little tour of Victoria.
Today I see them letting me be me.
Today I see 30 years of all
Tomorrow we go home and warm up.
Tomorrow I remember those stunning
Olympic Mountains staring back at me
and the frozen kids and husband.
(Nancy Calhoun, White)
from the old
Tomorrow we eat off those dishes that were there from the very beginning.
Tomorrow I remember 30 years.