It Could Have Been Worse

Isn't it funny that once you finally start on the path to healthy eating, it always seems like temptation's waiting right there with a foot stuck out to trip you up? For the celebratory anniversary dinner, tri tip was on the menu, and with Soccer Son and Hubby sitting down to eat, I knew better than to leave potatoes off. I figured, though, that if I threw in a salad and some fresh corn on the cobb and limited portion sizes, dinner wouldn't be toooooooooo bad. For dessert, there was a choice of angel food cake with fresh strawberries and light Cool Whip or sugar free jello and light Cool Whip--but Soccer Son and my Lovely Daughter In Law To Be Someday thought the better option was Hagen Daz ice cream balls rolled in candied nuts and topped with a sprig of fresh mint. Oh, well, I suppose I'll never have another 30-year anniversary again, so I guess it's okay to splurge a little, right? And I did limit portion size, although Hubby's balls were much larger than mine. And really, that's as it should be.

I decided for my 30th wedding anniversary, I should buy myself four yards of background fabric for the upcoming quilt along. And Hubby decided that for his 30th wedding anniversary, he should watch World Cup soccer and relax in his recliner. And really, that's as it should be too.

Thirty years ago, Hubby and I drove from San Jose to Reno for our wedding. It was kind of a hurried affair because one of us was pregnant, and the other one of us had some minor involvement as well. Now I look back and wonder why we thought it was important to hurry, but at the time, we did. From proposal to wedding, we had less than two days to get ready. Hubby's parents, his aunt, and his sister attended the wedding along with two of his close friends. On the way to Reno, we were pulled over by the highway patrol, about a mile or two from where we now live, and were given a ticket for speeding--Hubby was going about five miles an hour over the speed limit. After the wedding, we left Reno, heading back to Nevada City where we were spending our honeymoon night. Not too far across the border into California, we received a second speeding ticket. You'd think it was a bad omen or something, wouldn't you?

I didn't like my dress. It was the disco era, and my dress was a sheer mauve polyester with a layered skirt, a handkerchief hemline, and cap sleeves. Hubby bought a mauve, short sleeved, plaid dress shirt to match. That was the best we could do when we went shopping the evening before the wedding. AND I wore spiky-heeled shoes that kept sinking into the newly-laid sod during the outdoor ceremony.

I have no idea whatever happened to my dress, but during his late teen years, Soccer Son came across that mauve, short sleeved, plaid dress shirt still hanging in Hubby's closet. (Men!) Soccer Son started wearing it, and oddly enough, he still wears that shirt--in fact, he wore it tonight in honor of the occasion. And really, that's as it should be too. After all, if not for Soccer Son's conception, who can say whether we'd be celebrating our 30-year anniversary?

Life is funny sometimes in its unpredictability. And really, that's as it should be too.