This Saturday, Stephen and I celebrated our 5 year wedding anniversary. I think that is pretty darn special and also WHEN DID WE GET SO OLD?
So, as is our tradition, we spent the weekend in Galveston together. We had big plans to test out the new Pleasure Pier on the island and ride some rollercoasters. Neither of us really wanted to go since it is super touristy and also costs like a million dollars to get in, but we figured it could be a fun thing to do on a weekend alone.
Instead we decided to sleep, eat lots of food, lay around, and spend a lot of time at an antique store. Time well spent, we think. We ended up with some wonderful things, including this fantastic old library shelf.
Pretty great, huh? It’s currently in our playroom but I think it will eventually go in our yet-to-be-conceived child’s room. Although I do kind of like the idea of leaving it in the playroom. I’m not sure, we shall see!
It’s funny how marriage evolves. Spending our 5 year anniversary napping and visiting antique shops? It’s just not really where I saw myself. Though I’m not complaining AT ALL! That’s why I got married. So I could spend lazy days with someone who loves the same sort of lazy days that I do. Someone who enjoys eating, doesn’t think napping is a waste of time, and doesn’t think I’m irrational for buying a piece of furniture for a child who is AT LEAST a year away from our lives.
There are other reasons I got married. Last week, one of them became hugely apparent.
Stephen went to San Antonio for part of the weekend to visit a friend of his. Jansen and I hung back at home with my sister and the dogs. On Saturday evening after putting Jansen to bed, just before the Vomit Fest of 2012, Lindsay and I were watching Drop Dead Diva on Netflix and painting our fingernails. She went over to the door in our living room (we have multiple back doors, it’s weird and we never use them) to let her dog out for a second. In the .7 seconds that she opened the door, THREE gigantic lizards came in the house. Two fell on her food and one crawled on the wall.
We almost had heart attacks. Not kidding.
As we stood on chairs in complete hysterics, we pondered our next move. OBVIOUSLY neither of us had plans to chase them or get anywhere near them. But Stephen was about 4 hours away. Calling him seemed a bit dramatic. I grabbed my cell phone and called my dad.
Me: Hi daddy.
Dad: Hey Squirt!
Me: I have a quick question. On a scale from 1-10, how much do you love Lindsay and me?
Dad: Ten. Why? What’s it going to cost me?
Me: Well three giant lizards just ran into the house and we need help. Stephen is out of town and we are standing on chairs.
Dad: You know, lizards don’t hurt.
Me: YOU DON’T KNOW.
Dad: Okay. I’m on my way.
My dad came over and saved our lives. It was a pretty lengthy process since they turned out to be giant geckos which are apparently more difficult to catch.
But the point is, what if my dad wasn’t in the neighborhood? (To be quite honest, if he was within a 30 minute drive, we still would have called him.) I don’t like life when my husband isn’t in my house. Who will catch the gecko? Kill the roaches? Lift the heavy things? Unclog the drains?
I love you Stephen. Thank you for making my life as gecko-free as possible.