Happy Anniversay, John

We celebrated our wedding anniversary last week.  Number 37 isn’t a milestone year and it doesn’t generate the hoopla of the 50th or 60th anniversary, but it did prompt some reflection when I realized I have been married twice as many years as I was single.  You get to a certain point in your marriage when you have difficulty remembering your life before you said, “I do.”  Marrying at age eighteen and a half didn’t afford me a lot of experience as a single adult, but those brief memories are distant and hazy, almost as if they happened to someone else.  It wouldn’t take much persuading to convince me I was born married.

John asked what I wanted to do to celebrate our anniversary, and I immediately answered that I wanted him to make the odyssey to “the city” to look for a new sofa and chair.  Since he had promised to do this over a month ago, it would allow him to keep his promise and allow us to get rid of the worn furniture we were currently using.  When I say odyssey, I mean John ascribes the same level of effort to the 45 minute drive to Hutchinson that was required from the Greeks as they tried to return home from the Trojan War.  He comes to town so seldom that my co-worker, Jaime, who has been with ESSDACK for 3 years had never met him.

We checked out the merchandise in a couple of traditional furniture stores and found a few pieces that were interesting, but I wanted to visit a different type of store that specialized in handcrafted wooden furniture.  I had seen the piece I thought I wanted several months earlier, but I wasn’t sure John could live without a reclining sofa since that was what he had become accustomed to over the last few years.  When we got to the store, I was disappointed to see that my sofa had been sold, but the owner showed us pictures in the catalog and assured me that a truck would be coming in a week or so with new furniture.

We wandered around the store admiring the excellent craftsmanship on all the tables, chairs, dressers, etc. when John spotted a selection of wooden drying racks.  He asked the owner if those were for sale and proceeded to tell him how he had been searching the internet because I needed a new one.  Really?  I didn’t think I needed a new one.  Granted the drying rack I had was much flimsier and one of the dowel rods had broken, but it was meeting my needs.  John immediately said that we would take the large one.  I told him I didn’t think I wanted the large one, and he told me that I did.  Not wanting a fight on my anniversary or a scene in front of the Mennonite proprietor, I used a tone of voice that I hoped conveyed the conviction of my choice to my husband without frightening the owner.  The large rack stood 5 feet tall and 6 or 7 feet wide.  I wasn’t sure I could lift it, and I was positive I would have to build on a spare room to house it.  Not only would it support a large load of damp clothing, but I think the grandchildren could climb on it like a jungle gym.  John acquiesced but not without saying he certainly would have preferred the large one, and we loaded up the small version.  I know that gifts for the 25th wedding anniversary are supposed to be made of silver and the 50th gold.  Who knew that number 37 was the wooden drying rack anniversary.

One Response to “Happy Anniversay, John”

  1. Another John says:

    Clearly, as I look at my 6th anniversary coming up this fall, I’m going to need a full list of the Official Husband John Guide to Anniversary Gift Giving. If 37 is wooden drying rack, 6 just might be the Cast Iron Skillet or Nearly-New Eggbeater anniversary!

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