Madly in Love Monday - 2fer
Engineer Moppins forgets my birthday (no matter how many hints I drop.)
Diva is my saving grace for Mother's Day since she will remember and he won't.
Christmas has been known to not really make a blip on his radar; but, our anniversary, that's where he redeems himself. (I wonder if that's because I had our wedding date inscribed on the inside of his wedding band?)
He doesn't usually plan an evening, he plans a weekend...down to the last detail. Flowers & chocolate dipped strawberries in our hotel room, or weekends in Vegas, Dartmouth and Bath, England, Paris (that's France, not Texas) this is the bar he has set. This year, EM and I had another marvelous albeit unconventional anniversary.
EM had promised to paint my parents' bedroom and as it turned out, the only day he could do that was on our actual anniversary. So we spent Friday together instead.
We had some coffee and started making plans for our garden. Before we set out to procure all items needed to build the raised beds, we had lunch at a local pizza place where we befriended a lady traveling by herself (all the way from South Carolina) to meet a childhood friend she hadn't seen in 38 years. After a yummy lunch and an interesting conversation we headed off to the feed store...then to Lowe's...then to Tractor Supply (which needs to be a post in itself "The People You Meet in Tractor Supply")...then to the lumber yard...then to Wal-Mart (that was my least favorite part) and finally back home to start on the frames.
Not long after EM had finished the final frame did we have to leave to meet my parents and brother & his family at a local catfish restaurant. Although it wasn't a conventional anniversary celebration, it was relaxed and we spent the whole day together. After our previous jaunts for our anniversary a day trolling around feed stores didn't really seem like it would measure up to expectation - oh, but it did.
EM knew that I really wanted to try the Square Foot Gardening method out so he made the whole day about getting prepared for the garden. That was all for me, he thinks a garden blemishes our yard and really has nothing to do with it so for him to spend the day toting bags of compost here and there and trying to track down vermiculite - my friends, that is love. We read the Five Love Languages book together and spending time together was one of our languages so the day could not have been more perfect.