Goin’ Bananas
On the morning of our 7th year and 1 monthsary, I came to the kitchen to find this–
My husband has never failed to surprise me with the simplest and corniest of gestures and I would not have it any other way. He does this every month. The most memorable note I got so far apart from this was left on top of our first house’s toilet bowl.
You might be wondering why it is ” Happy 97th!” Well, he’s been counting the number of months we have been together since we started our courtship. It was October 3 2007 when he brought me to a secluded beach at sunset and asked permission to court me. How could I refuse? I could drown if I said no. 🙂
Four years ago, our daughter came out a day before our monthsary. We’ve been celebrating her monthly birthday since.
“There goes two slices of bananas that won’t get eaten!” I said to myself as I read the love note. This was particularly meaningful because he had to go on an emergency trip. Mishca and I were still fast asleep when he left.
Here’s to going bananas about the simple joys of marriage and family . . .
PS We did eat the bananas when he came back. I wanted to preserve the bananas as keepsakes, but feared I might attract a colony of ants.