Anniversary

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28 years of….. Life.

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As Rudy and I celebrate our 28th wedding anniversary, I begin to reflect.

There was a tupperware party, a yellow VW Bug, and a kiss.

A phone call, Magic Mountain, holding hands, and a smooch.

Followed by a major make-out session.

Weekly phone calls.

Dates.

Youthful days.

Walking and talking inside the lobby of the Anaheim Hilton.

The love letter.

The hug.

The one bedroom apartment.

Commitment.

Engagement.

Vows.

A daughter.

Diapers.

Breasts.

And bottles.

An education.

Sleepless nights.

Graveyard shift.

A son.

A scratched nose.

Family photo.

A credential.

Another son.

The return of pinned cloth on a dry bottom.

More sleepless nights.

Exhausting days.

Arguing.

Crying.

Laughing.

Holding hands.

Talking.

Consoling.

Bonding.

Growing.

Aging.

Enjoying.

Altogether, loving.

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the wedding cake

Contribution for GBE2: Blog On prompt: in the freezer

Long ago.

After our vows had been read, the food eaten, and the party died down, Rudy and I carefully placed the top tier of our wedding cake in the freezer.

The idea was to save it, keep it frozen-fresh, for the first year of our marriage.

Then on December 28th, on our one year anniversary, we’d remove the vanilla-frosted spice cake from its frozen world, thaw it, and devour a year’s worth of memories.

We’d celebrate our ups, reflect on the downs.

Happy Anniversary we told each other as we dug our forks into the should-be moist cake.

Blech we both announced, tossing the rock-hard, lost its flavor, small, circular dessert in the trash.

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