Last year The Narrator and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary. It passed without major fanfare. With a nursing baby and the fact that we moved 1200 miles from our families, getting away was a bit difficult. Add to that – at the time we were in the midst of snowballing our debt and building an emergency fund. Not a good equation for a romantic getaway. In fact, we didn’t even get out to dinner by ourselves. The night of our anniversary, we took the kids to a favorite mexican restaurant and had a family meal. As we joined hands to pray for the food, The Narrator made a wise comment that set the tone for the evening. Rather than us feeling sorry for ourselves that we couldn’t get out by ourselves, he said, “You know, this is what we signed up for when we said ‘I do’ ten years ago, and it’s kind of appropriate that we are celebrating together as a family. Each year together isn’t just about the two of us, it’s now about the four of us.” I smiled at the man I married, falling even more in love with him at that very second.
We enjoyed a very messy, loud meal, but we were together, and it was nice. We didn’t think too much more about not getting out for our anniversary.
Fast forward to just a few weeks ago. For some reason, I was thinking about Sanibel and Captiva Islands. We only live a few hours away, and I’ve heard great reviews about the beaches and resorts and shelling on the islands. It’s one of those one-tank trips that makes you feel like you really get away, even though it’s only a few hours drive. I told The Narrator that I’ve always wanted to get down there and how nice it would be to work in a quick trip in sometime.
My Mom has been wanting to come visit for a week in June (our anniversary month), and after chatting with her on the phone this morning, I felt a very strong prompting to get online and look for tickets for her. I discovered there was a sale on tickets that were a good deal and the sale ended today. I called her back and let her know what I found and we discussed a few dates. She said she’d talk to my Dad tonight and get back with me.
About an hour after I had found that airline sale, The Narrator sent me an email with details about a co-workers wedding we have been invited to. On Captiva Island. On our anniversary.
I called my mom back and asked her to look at her calendar again to see if we could shift the dates of her potential trip slightly so she could be here the week over our anniversary so we could go to this wedding and have a mini-getaway. She said that week actually worked better for her schedule.
A couple hours later she sent an email with her itinerary. I’m couldn’t be more excited. It’s going to be a really nice sunset wedding, in a really nice resort, and the thought of getting all dressed up on our anniversary to go to a wedding and just have a nice evening with other adult friends…I’m giddy. And I need a new dress!
As I look over the details, I feel like this is provision from God for being patient, for not pushing for something that would have put us in a bind a year ago, and that we hadn’t really earned. Now a year later, situations have changed and this whole thing fell into our lap when we weren’t expecting it. Thank you, thank you, thank you God, and thank you Dad for letting Mom come down to visit!!