Last week Kenny and I celebrated our third wedding anniversary. Well, "celebrated" might be the wrong term - "acknowledged the day while working tirelessly" is a more apt description of how we spent August 18th. The only time we got to see each other was when I popped into Kohl's to buy Ken an anniversary present and got to see him for about a half an hour while he got things ready for his evening shift, and that morning at about 4:30 when he kissed me goodbye before going to his morning job and wished me a happy anniversary. Really - he got off work around 2:00 am, so I didn't actually see him at night. I don't see much other than my pillow at 2:00 am, and that only if I pry open a leaded eyelid to survey the darkened room around me. But that didn't mean that the day was not special. At work that morning I got an e-mail from the receptionist downstairs that I had a delivery. Up to my chin in work, I immediately wondered what could possibly have arrived for me - did a customer mail a letter or a check to resolve something on their account and address it to me, their service rep, rather than the appropriate department? No, that could not be. I didn't remember ordering anything at all that I would have shipped to my office rather than to my home. Wait! The day was a very important one - could it be that the mysterious delivery downstairs had to do with getting married three years ago today?
Yes, it did! As I clattered down the stairs on a surreptitious errand away from my desk and off the phone, I saw a bright, cheery, and elegant bouquet of flowers adorning the receptionist's desk. A red vase held white lilies and daisies, flaming red roses and crimson carnations, and fronds of greenery. A sweet note from my wonderful husband Kenny topped off the surprise, and it really was a surprise! I paraded upstairs with my flowers and showed them off to my friends, who all declared that my husband was not only cute, but sweet, thoughtful, and romantic as well. That's right, ladies - I am the lucky one!
And I am the lucky one in our relationship. Kenny is not only devilishly good-looking and charming, but he is hilarious, industrious, considerate, patient, and loving as well. He does the dishes and the laundry when I am at work and he is home from his first job, folding the clothes neatly and even remembering (most of the time) what clothes I prefer to hang to dry. He even scrubbed out a pot that I had blackened horribly with burnt rice a few days ago and didn't say a word about the utter awfulness of the task. He hurt his back Monday night moving back into place a huge and heavy window well cover that I had managed to lug open but couldn't replace, and I hadn't even asked him to do it. (I was able to confirm today that our upstairs neighbors'/landlords' chiropractic clinic was covered under our insurance, so I felt like I helped a very small bit in getting Kenny to feel better before the end of the day today, but only a teensy bit.) He didn't get upset when I locked my keys in my car for NOT the first time this week. He didn't get angry when I accidentally drove my car into a ditch and had to replace the tire that I blew out (and sadly not replace the bumper that now doesn't look so great). Kenny loves to go shopping and finds cute outfits to bring home for me, and is always willing to wait patiently while I try on clothes (even bras!) and doesn't complain. He works two jobs at really awful hours to make sure our family gets what it needs. He goes to church with me each Sunday and even stayed for choir practice last week without a sigh! He always keeps the house neat and clean, even when I leave piles about, and is fastidious about keeping things nice and orderly. He cheerfully helped me restore a Radio Flyer wagon for our niece, even though the project was messy, tedious at times, and extremely fussy and nerve-wracking. He bought me a watch I have been coveting for our anniversary, even though he thought it was "nerdy." He remembered that I wanted to see a particular musical for my birthday and bought tickets without having to be reminded. Kenny even signed me up for an acting class at a Salt Lake City theater last year because he knew how much I love the arts. AND he's taught me how to ski (at least the basics) and hasn't tried to leave me behind at the ski resort on the way home. Yes, I am indeed the lucky one.
Here is to three years of adventure that I treasure, and forever ahead of us, Kenny! I love you!
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Yay, Kenny! We're so glad to have him in the Moore/Muir family (yes, even Camryn, who pretends she's not but really is--one of her newest words is "wagon," just so you know). We lobbied long and hard for a Baldwin to grace our family tree, remember? So we're totally taking the credit on this one.
And, sadly, I see a LOT of my house at 2:00 am. And at 5:00. And sometimes in between.
Yup, I'm glad that a Baldwin is part of our graceful family tree - it may not be Alec like I hoped at 13, and for that I am grateful - MY Baldwin is the best!!!
Camryn can say "wagon"??? Once again I am SO glad we chose the Radio Flyer as her birthday present. It's for Tamsin, too, though - make sure Camryn shares!
Kenny: "Thanks. I love you too, sweetie. That was nice of you."
Katie: "Well, I gotta give props where props are due. I'm the lucky one, after all."
Kenny: "That's for sure."
Ha ha ha.
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