some things should come with a warning label

This June 13th Bill and I will celebrate 25 years of marriage, I say “celebrate” but I mean I will be out speaking about clematis in Sommerville and he will be , um , somewhere else ( I haven’t even asked him if he is home or out that night).

I wonder if he knew everything about me  in 1987 that he knows about me in 2012 if he would have run for the hills. Did he ever picture a house chock full of kids , mad crazy with all sorts of things to amuse them and keep them fed and clothed? I think not, we had talked about having 1 child, gave in to the second so the first would not be lonely, then went ahead and had 4.

Did he picture being married to a wacky dog lady who would in a heartbeat fill this house with corgis, but only doesn’t because , to be honest here, he has limits and would leave me as he does not love them they way I do (but he obviously loves me enough to allow two)

Did he picture weekends spent hauling rocks from various locations to arrange in flower beds, hole digging for trees and plants, mulching , and pruning? Nope, he hates yard work with a passion, his time spent there is only for me , and that is sweeter than any other gift a girl could get.

Did he ever ever ever imagine learning to shoot a pellet gun to save his wife’s garden from the rabbits that aim at every turn to decimate the plantings? I am sure it never crossed his mind.

Did this man who would spend entire days watching movie after movie, either at the theatre or at home, right up until the very last credit has rolled, envision day trips on Saturdays instead to Tower Hill Botanic Garden, or annual garden tours, or better yet long drives to distant nurseries?  Nope , nope and nope. Yet he does, and tries valiantly to engage me in garden related conversations, commenting on plant combinations, unusual looking shrubs, or pretty flowers, and the best part is no matter where we go , he always says…”Your garden looks better” and he steals another piece of my heart.

So after 25 years, kids, dogs, gardens,  ,and  more happiness than I could ever have imagined,  Happy Anniversary Bill!

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