Last Thursday was our fourth anniversary. We like to celebrate each year by giving the “traditional” wedding gifts: paper the first year, cotton the second, leather the third. This year was fruit and/or flowers. I have to tell you, I have been waiting for this year. Seriously. I adore receiving flowers as a gift. Zach, however, is not overly fond of giving them. I think he just doesn’t see the point. They don’t last long, he says. To me, that kind of is the point. Their brevity makes them even more beautiful.
After racking my brain a bit, I got Zach a blueberry bush (already full of green little berries that we’ll get to eat this summer) and a book about growing fruit trees (something he has mentioned he would like to do).
While our anniversary was Thursday, our work schedules were such that we didn’t even get to see each other that day and we decided to celebrate on Friday. (In hindsight, it was an excellent decision, as I work at Seattle’s only level 1 trauma center and I was in a decidedly non-celebratory mood by the time I got home at midnight).
When Zach got home from work on Friday, he walked in with an enormous, gorgeous bouquet of flowers from Pike’s Place Market (my absolute favorite source of flowers).
I was thrilled with my gift. I was also further surprised when, half an hour later, Zach suddenly reappeared from another room with another bouquet of sweet peas.
They smelled heavenly! Little did I know that, half an hour later, yet another enormous bouquet would be presented to me, and a fourth bouquet half an hour after that.
Four big, beautiful, sweet-smelling, colorful bouquets. One for each year of our marriage.
I seriously married the best man in the world. Truly.
We set out for dinner at Palisade, one of the best restaurants in Seattle. After walking across an bridge over and indoor stream, we were seated by a window with a fantastic view of the Seattle city skyline, Mt. Rainier, the Puget Sound, Alki, the Olympic Mountain Range and various sailboats and ferries out on the water. It was breathtaking. Our table was sprinkled with red rose petals and there was a hand written card from the management, wishing us a happy anniversary.
We decided to splurge and order lobster, something we had only had once before on our honeymoon in Maui, at Mama’s Fish Shack. It. Was. Heavenly. Sooooooooo goood. We shared an entire bottle of wine, as well as manila clams, seared scallops, king salmon and, of course, the lobster.
I didn’t know what Zach had planned for after our luxurious dinner, just that it was a surprise. I knew the area he was taking me to (lower Queen Anne/Seattle Center) and wondered if we were headed to the Pacific Northwest Ballet or a movie showing for the Seattle International Film Festival. As it turned out, he took us to the Melting Pot for a dessert of chocolate fondue. Get it? Fruit? It was freaking delicious.
Every year my husband completely overwhelms me with the thoughtfulness and love he puts into our anniversary. It’s no wonder that, every year, I find I am ever more head-over-heels in love with him.