My husband and I will be celebrating our ninth anniversary next week.
Before we had kids we used to plan a weekend away to commemorate our commitment, but then our eldest daughter came along, with a birthday that just happened to fall one day before our anniversary. I remember lying in the hospital bed the day after she was born, feeling as though I’d been hit by a bus, my nethers ripped to shreds and I grunted, “Oh yeah, happy anniversary,” then rolled over and fell into a fitful slumber, waiting for the next horrific breastfeeding attempt. Needless to say, our anniversary has never been the same.
We usually resort to a dinner out, which is still nice and all, but I do look forward to the time when our kids are bit older and easier to ditch on some unsuspecting grandparents so we can get away for a weekend again. My husband and I have completely opposite ideas of fun, so we used to alternate whose turn it was to plan the year’s anniversary get-away. His weekends usually involved a cabin, two dirt bikes, lots of bacon and time in the great outdoors, while mine consisted of a beach, many meals out, a novel to read, and walks through town, browsing in stores and boutiques with a latte in hand.
For our tenth anniversary next year, if our finances allow, we would really love to do something special. Ten years is a big deal, if you ask me! There are no concrete plans in place yet, my but wheels are already turning. (Travel recommendations accepted here.)
How do you celebrate your anniversaries? Have kids put a damper of your celebrations, or do you make the day as special as you always did?