My Anniversary

Today was my fifth wedding anniversary and I spent it with the little love of my life. Not the big one; he worked all day and I worked all night.

Our special day didn't start out as I envisioned it. There were no flowers on the table, no Hallmark card expressing some sappy sentiment. And, worse, no chance for a romantic celebration because we're all booked up with other obligations this weekend.

I can't be too mad. Romance works both ways, and I didn't get him anything either. We are both adamantly against spending money on material things we don't need just to make some grand gesture of love. But I guess I wanted some tangible sign that, even though most of the time I look completely unkempt, covered in the spaghetti sauce Hendrick wipes on my clothes, he still adores me.

Without my usual drama, I told him so when he called during the day to check in. I made it clear that we should be careful not to take each other for granted just because we are now bonded by a baby.

When I got to work there were five large roses and one white one waiting for me on my desk. The card read: "Not for granted. Forever."

How can I argue with that?