Blackberries, crawfish, swimming pools, and baby chickens…
…Oh my! Yesterday my husband and I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary (17 years total together). And we did it without any fan fare. Which is to say, the way we like it. I gave him a card and he gave me some alone time together—just the two of us (get your head out of the gutter! We went for short quiet walks and such).
A friend of mine took two of the girls to her house for some fun in the sun and my two boys played with the kids down the street for a few hours. We just had our little ‘squirt’ to watch—and she took a nap most of the day.
Later, while my husband went to buy a sack of crawfish for us to eat for supper, my youngest son and I picked blackberries in our field. These were the biggest berries I’ve seen ever. Some were even the size of strawberries! Anyway, we enjoyed our afternoon.
In the early evening, my hubby and I walked out to the barn as we drank our coffee. As we chatted we kept hearing little peep sounds. Come to find out, one of bantam hens had hatched three of her eggs ( she laid a baker’s dozen). They are the cutest, littlest things you ever saw. They’re no bigger than a fifty cent piece—and fuzzy as all get-out to boot.
And so our day of quiet celebration came to an end with my husband and I curled up snug against each other on the sofa holding hands as the kids sat on the floor watching a movie on TV. Happy anniversary, honey. I love you.
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