Beware the Ides of March

Today is the Ides of March. The day Caesar was stabbed in the back. The day Tsar Nicholas II abdicated the throne. The day Gollum destroyed the ring of doom. And the day that I got hitched. It is a fortuitous date.

So...how does one celebrate an anniversary? For our first anniversary, we went to Asheville, NC to visit the Biltmore and brought home with us an unexpected surprise that arrived 10 months later. Yep...10 months. For our second anniversary, I asked Michael to write me a sweet note. Telling me about his feelings. I should have asked for diamonds. For our eighth anniversary we went on a cruise. Because my husband would never knowingly spend that much money, I had to surprise him with the trip. I thought that surviving the seven year itch was a good enough reason to make a big deal out of it.

How are we celebrating today? Well, Michael hurt his wrist carrying all those Ikea bookshelves into the house...so he is not sure how he is going to play on the softball team that starts tomorrow. He bought a wrist brace...and now he needs to try it out and see what degree of bracing he needs to throw. And he actually asked me to catch for him. And chase after the balls I miss. Because I promised to love and obey him. Snort. I burst into hysterical laughter. The dejected look on his face had me compromising my lazy self and heading outside to play catch.

The kids were most amused. Madalyn said that this was the best anniversary ever. Before we get to the softball pictures, here are the cards that the kids made for us:

Here is my hand in a glove - with my ring symbolizing love, honor, devotion and soft ball playing upon request:

It was quickly decided that I was hopeless...and my mom took my place.

Katie added color commentary from the peanut gallery. Madalyn soon got tired of chasing balls...and she put on the huge glove to play catch, too. I had no idea that softball skills were genetic. Sorry Madalyn.
Soon, I had to wonder about my yard and admire the signs of spring all the while lamenting my lack of a macro lense. Now that would be an awesome anniversary present.