After an extremely intense (read: horrible) week at work which culminated for me in a trip to a doctor to get a shot of Toredol for a migraine that had gone on for 5-6 days, my husband and I ended up cancelling our Saturday plans (boo!) to rest and relax. We did just about nothing, and it was glorious (although we did go for a long walk in the morning around town so we weren’t complete layabouts).
All this work chaos kind of completely drove out of my mind the fact that today, August 5th, is my wedding anniversary! And the anniversary of the day my husband and I met, too! Convenient, that. But no, we didn’t actually get married on the day we met, we got married two years later, on the anniversary of the day we met. So today we celebrated our 5/3 anniversary (5 years from the day we met, 3 years of marriage).
Honestly, I hadn’t given our anniversary any thought this last week, because of work stress, nor the weeks before due to being on vacation, seems like we’ve had an embarrassment of happiness lately so I wasn’t thinking anything special was needed, particularly. I didn’t get him anything. I didn’t expect anything (he knows this – material things rarely impress me as much as thoughtful, romantic gestures). So, what do you do to mark the occasion when jewels don’t inspire you, and you’re on a strict diet that doesn’t allow any latitude for eating in a restaurant?
Some people may think, “Cheat on your diet – it’s a special occasion and it’s just one day!” but that’s not how I roll. If there’s one thing I’m good at in this life, it’s strict adherence to a defined program. It’s my one superpower, I guess. (*rolls eyes* Why did it have to be THAT? *ahem*)
So last night, as we were lying around not doing anything and enjoying it, my smart, thoughtful husband looked at me and said, “Tomorrow we’re going to Angel Island to go hiking!” Perfect! It’s cheap. It’s exercise! It’s something we love to do together! It’s somewhere we’ve never been together! It’s something we’ve talked about doing for years but never got around to! And no eating involved!
Angel Island is a National Park in the middle of the San Francisco Bay. The highest point of the island is called Mt. Livermore, (elevation: 788 feet), so after a quick 15-minute ferry ride from Tiburon, we headed up to the peak for some fantastic views of the Bay Area.
The entire hike took about 2 1/2 hours, a good workout and the weather couldn’t be beat. There might have been lots of oogy kissing along the trail today, too. Despite the title of today’s post (which may or may not be an inside joke between my sweetie and me), a perfect anniversary.
And in a late-breaking update: I just got a dozen red roses. See, we don’t completely spurn anniversary customs around here!