“It’s Time to
Remember”
The alarm went off and I felt for Francie. She was already
up. I could smell the coffee and I knew breakfast was on the way.
As I moved my body out of bed and shuffled off to find the
bathroom, there was no way I could know what was ahead. The first thing I
noticed was my dress shirt tied around the shower curtain. My trousers were
inside out, and on the floor. My socks didn’t match. The shoes were one dress
shoe and the other one a tennis shoe. What is going on here? I wondered.
Into the kitchen I went, wearing nothing but a towel and a
smile. As I saw my wife cooking breakfast, wearing nothing but her apron, she
turned, put the spatula down, and gave me a kiss. I asked her what I had done
wrong. She just gave me a silly grin and said, “Do you know what day this is?”
I said, “Yes, it’s Thursday.”
“Keep going,” she said. “What month?”
“October,” I said.
“You’re getting closer,” she said. “What number?”
When I said “four,” I knew what was going on. It was our 36th
wedding anniversary. I had forgotten it!
As she kissed me, she said, “I’m five foot two. My eyes are
blue; my hair is blonde and naturally curly, and I weigh 102 pounds. And, lucky
boy, today, you get the ride of your life!”
It started in the kitchen and ended with our breakfast
burned and the kitchen a mess. But we both knew who loved who on this
anniversary day.
Wise woman, she said, “Let’s get a shower. Your work clothes
are on the bed. I set the clock up an hour. So no need to be late getting to
work. Let’s just remember this day and the fun we have had on our wedding day,
remembered, our 36th!”
Roger Wilson
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| Francie Wilson |
