Anniversary Stories

Title: The Worst Anniversary that Wasn't    Author: Unknown   This Writing Is Rated G

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It was the week of our fourth anniversary and I was newly pregnant with our second child. I was tired and nauseous nearly all the time, and running after our two-year-old son, Mattie, only made things more difficult. Knowing how much I love to celebrate milestones and special days, my husband, Pete, arranged for his parents to watch our son so the two of us could go to lunch. He even made reservations at a very nice restaurant that was famous for it's beautiful view of the sea. I was excited about our date, although to be honest, just thinking about the sights and smells of a restaurant made me a bit queasy.

On the morning of our anniversary I woke with horrible nausea, and nothing I did seemed to ease it. I got dressed up for our date, but by the time we were scheduled to leave, I was making frequent trips to and from the bathroom. I felt terrible about having to cancel our date, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to make it through the car ride, much less sit in a restaurant and not be physically sick. I finally gave up and lay on the couch and cried as I told my husband I'm sorry, but I just can't go. I could see he was disappointed, but he kissed me and went to call his mom. Together they decided that Mattie should still come for a visit, so Pete bundled Mattie into the car and left. He returned an hour later with boxes of Chinese food, one of the things I had frequent cravings for. By then the nausea had lifted a bit, and I felt I could eat something. We carried our food to the picnic table in the back yard and ate a quiet lunch, free from toddlers and waiters. The food helped my nausea even more and I felt better and better. We sat for a long time talking and then went inside and made love before taking a nap. We spent the entire afternoon together and, by the time my in-laws brought our son home that evening, I felt more rested than I had in a long time.

As I lay in bed that night, thinking back on the day and how different it had been from what we had originally planned, I realize that it was one of the most intimate and refreshing times Pete and I had spent together. How grateful I was to God for using a wonderful husband and a bad bout of nausea to turn what had seemed like the worst anniversary into one of the best I've ever had.