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Memories and Adventures

In 2008, my wasband and I celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary.  Not long before the big day someone asked me about the most memorable anniversary present I’d ever received from him.  I thought long and hard and couldn’t come up with a gift.  Now, I don’t blame him at all.  I tend to be a pretty practical person.  I love when someone is thoughtful and gets me a gift that they think I’ll like, but I am also quite happy with stuff I need.  I’m sure he’d gotten perfectly fine gifts over the years, but I couldn’t come up with what they had been.  I did remember a Valentine’s gift that I received in 2000 so I shared that story.  Later when we were talking about it, my wasband was feeling like he’d done a lousy job of making me feel special.  He decided to make it up to me on our 17th wedding anniversary.

And here is where I must say that it was during this time that I was having my major life crisis.  I was in the midst of an online love affair.  I was dealing with the fact that I knew I was gay, and I was trying to figure out what to do with all of that.  A wedding anniversary was the last thing I felt like celebrating.

We decided to get away for the weekend to celebrate.  We drove to the Cappadocia region of Turkey.  It is one of my most favorite places to go!  After we arrived, my wasband gave me a card with the number 1 on it.  Inside was a sweet note and a gift.  Later that evening, I was given a card with a 2 on it and another gift.    And then came cards 3, 4, and 5.  All with gifts.  I started realizing that the gifts and cards were following a theme.  The first card represented our first anniversary and the gift was a traditional paper gift.  Number 2 was cotton, number 3 leather and so on.  In an attempt to make it the most special anniversary ever, my wasband was giving me a card and gift for all 17 years of our marriage.  I felt like dying.  I dreaded opening any more cards and seeing any more gifts.  I was a terrible, horrible person for loving someone other than my husband and while he knew I was struggling, he had no idea how much.  And I had 12 more cards and gifts to open.

I managed to make it through the weekend but not without tears.  We hung out, hiked around, and had so much fun, but there was a cloud hanging over me the whole time.  I knew that there would be card after card to open.  Each one with a sweet note.  Each one making me feel like the worst wife in the world.  I got through it and even blogged about the great time we had after we got back home.

And because I was thinking about this moment, I went back and read those blog posts I wrote after our trip.  And after much thought, I decided to link them here.  My wasband is a great guy who is now married to a great girl.  Thankfully, we are friends again.  I am so thankful that I captured these memories and can see how much fun the weekend truly was.

The road to our hotel

Our cave hotel

Exploring underground cities

The Salt Lake

And all of this makes me long for an adventure…

How about it, Candied Jansen?


One response »

  1. Done! Let the adventures begin! I love to hear your laugh & oddly look forward to being on the other side of it, likely due to me doing something silly…while you record it & giggle in the background. Very cute memories! As always, thanks for sharing. Love your words…


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