13 Years

Yesterday was our 13th anniversary. It started out with a bang when Spitz' pager went off at 5:30 a.m.
It's quite a jolt to wake to a beeper; they don't seem to come with any settings other than Wake-the-Dead! In the last six years of practice when he has been on call one out of every 5 or 6 weeks, he has only had a single middle-of-the-night page. Well, until this weekend when he got paged in the middle of the night two nights in a row. Ugh!
But despite the fact that it was one of those frustrating pages where he couldn't actually do anything to be helpful in any way, the anniversary was kicked off in a very positive way. The best thing about our marriage is that we can make each other laugh. We can tell each other jokes we would never, never, NEVER tell another soul and always know just what can make the other person laugh. Even at 5:30 when we were just awakened for no good reason at all, we shared a laugh and tried to go back to sleep.
Later in the day, we had some other extremely romantic time together. (-; After dropping May 7.10 and Ruth 5.1 off at Jump-N-Art camp for the morning, we got to go grocery shopping together with just our 17-month-old! Woot! Well, seriously, it was awesome to go shopping with just one child, almost like vacation.
We did get a babysitter and went out for a matinee showing of The Hangover. (It was extremely crude, but absolutely hilarious.) Then we headed to the Limestone Restaurant. Yummy! I love getting Filet Mignon at a place that really knows what to do with it. They also had strewn rose petals all over the table because my husband mentioned that it was an anniversary - a very nice touch. The dessert, a flourless chocolate cake covered in dark chocolate ganache with port-soaked berries, was fabulous. And again we laughed together when I swore the port-soaked berries (which I have never had before, of course) tasted exactly like a childhood cough medicine I remember taking.

Another note about the day - we pulled out our wedding video and watched most of it with our daughters. They were amazed with us at how much their grandparents, cousins and aunts had changed, and shouted out one comment, "Daddy, your beard was freaky!"