September 10th was our 32nd anniversary. Keith and I don't need or want anything, because if we need or want something we just buy it. We had said we would just go to dinner. Boring, but we LOVE to eat.
Well, I decided after having my first pedicures in the last month, that Keith really needed one. He has the nastiest, cracked, rough feet in the world. When Travis was a kid, he use to give Keith foot rubs with lotion. He wouldn't give me one though, because my feet were too nice. The grosser the better to Travis. So, I surprised Keith with a pedicure for his gift. He was okay with it at first because, well, there was a laptop.
Then, the cheese grater came out. Man, I needed to give this sweet girl a good tip, and I did.
Keith's feet are softer and smoother than at any other time in our married life. He likes to tell the story of how awful an experience this was, but he really liked it. I may even get him back again. He opted not to have the clear coat polish applied.
After the Pedicure, we went to Red Lobster for dinner. Keith HAD to have the steak and Lobster. What did he think it was, an occasion or something?
In our little area of Red Lobster, 3 of the 6 booths were celebrating their anniversary, one 15 years, one 24 and us 32 - we win!
Keith surprised me roses, Mom's favorite color. He is a sweetie. We've had ups and downs, easy and hard times, and we're still here. We're empty nesters, rediscovering why we married in the first place. I love him, he's the BEST Poppy in the world, a fabulous Dad to his amazing children and a sweet and loving husband to me. Here's to 32 more.
(As we were driving home, I started talking about how long 32 years had been, and yet his parents had been married almost double that time. What would we do for the next 32 years. His response, "Oh, Jo, guys don't think that deep. I was just thinking that I'd put 3,000 miles on the motorcycle."
So there you go, an admittance by Keith of the complexity of men.)
