Thursday, August 24, 2017

L-o-v-e

We had such a lovely time last night with the crew, my kids and their partners, my niece and her partner, and my brother, niece, and nephew visiting from Jamaica—eleven souls in all. Since my husband is still navigating a lot of back pain, even as he moves around more, we opted to celebrate at home, in very low key style, ordering in Peruvian braised chicken, broccoli with garlic, black beans, and sweet plantains. The women folk sipped red wine at the kitchen counter while chatting and laughing with my daughter who was making her famous blueberry peach pie. The men sprawled in the living room watching pre season football, and that's just the way the gender roles fell out although there was liberal mixing back and forth among everyone.

Later in the evening, we all raised a glass to our 31 years of marriage while belting out a rousing rendition of the Nat King Cole's anthem "Love."

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore


I don't know why, but every single one of us knew all the words of all the verses. My older niece, the de facto master of ceremonies, started it, my daughter and my younger niece picked it up, and pretty soon we all joined in at the top of our lungs, joyously and riotously performing that thing. We sounded like a drunken saloon. Even my husband who looked on dubiously at the spectacle of us at first, was singing along by the end. It was the highlight of the festivities, which wound down around midnight. Most of us have to be at work this morning, though my older niece took the day off and will be back here shortly to squire her younger brother and sister all around the city, shopping for back-to-school supplies and taking in the sights.

My son's girlfriend wrote us the most beautiful sentiment in her card: "I feel so lucky that I get to witness your love for each other; it is so special and true. I love how you share it with your family. It's like a big hug you never want to let go of." I want to remember her words, especially on an evening made somewhat more poignant by my big strong husband's sudden frailty. It brought home our vows made three decades and a year ago, in sickness and in health, come what may. We were both wiped out as we fell into bed at the end of the evening, but our hearts were brimming. My husband said, "Everything was perfect." And it was.










7 comments:

  1. Happy Anniversary!!! Sounds like a wonderful celebration! Am glad to hear your husband is starting to feel a bit better.

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    1. Thank you, Drita! I hope you and your family are well. I went to read your blog and it had been taken down. Missing you. Sending love.

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  2. You and your husband still look as if you two and you two alone know a most beautiful secret after all of these years.
    And everyone singing? Oh, for those moments of spontaneous, shared joy!
    Love, love, love!

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    1. Mary, my daughter took that picture. She said, "Ok, look at each other now!" so we obliged. The singing though. It was life giving! Love to you.

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  3. You look like royalty. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself with your loved ones. I'm glad your husband is improving slowly. I wish he'd heal faster. I adore you!

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  4. What a beautiful celebration! Love the singing. Big love to you two!!! XXOO

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  5. Happy anniversary! May your love carry you and your family for many many many more years to come.

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