Here’s the song reference.
Nine years ago, I married the love of my life, the song in my heart, the light of my eyes. Without him, there would be no Dailymomprayers. It is something of a family joke that our priest obtained dispensation for our marriage to take place on All Saints’ Day figuring, having met the two of us, that we would probably need the intercession of the entire communion of saints along the way. I’m of Irish descent. He is of Italian descent. Our kids got both, and there are certain stereotypes about tempers that are funny because they’re true. And yet, here we are, still very much in love and still building our family by the grace of God.
Last night, after I had finished writing the blog post, Manie looked at me and grinned. If you are a regular reader of this blog, the conversation that ensued will probably make you smile, but not surprise you.
“So what do you want to do tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. It would be nice to go out to dinner. When I talked to your mom this morning, I asked her if maybe we could come over for dinner.”
“I feel awful. I didn’t get you anything.”
“I didn’t get you anything either. I didn’t even get a card!”
“I’m a rotten husband. Come on, there has to be something you want.”
“Yeah, a nap. Really, it would be nice to go out to dinner.”
“We should probably do something with a play area.”
We left it at that, and curled up to watch the end of Apollo 18. The movie was forgettable, but the company was terrific.
Although he was off today, Manie went into work for an hour to get a couple of things off his desk. By the time he came home, Bugaboo and Beanie had finished their breakfast and were attempting to coordinate a raid on the Halloween candy. The secret to their lack of success was their inability to agree who would be the mission leader. I suppose I need to work on teaching them to cooperate, but it’s so terribly convenient when their bickering over who gets to be in charge keeps them out of the pantry. While the girls were having their breakfast, Deedaw called to see if we might, perhaps, like to come over for lunch. That sounded like a terrific idea, so I offered to run to Wegmans and bring lunch. Nonno was in the hospital again last week, and is still a little weak and weary from it, so I didn’t want to put Deedaw to a lot of trouble cooking unless she was looking for a diversion.
Deedaw liked the Wegmans idea, so when Manie came home, he helped me get Mr. Man and Baby Guy some waffles to eat and clothes to wear, after which we bundled the bambini into the van and headed off to acquire the makings of an anniversary lunch. Suffice it to say that sushi, cream of crab soup, salad and a roast chicken were involved. We had a feast indeed for the Feast of All Saints; it was good to see Nonno and Deedaw laughing.
After lunch, we trooped home and settled the tiny people in for a desperately-needed nap, then sprawled ourselves across the loveseat (he) and the couch (me) to relish a few moments of quiet relaxation. We talked for a while about things we needed to do later in the week, had a desultory discussion of some long-range plans, then enjoyed a warm silence for a bit. I was pondering, with great wonder, the miracle of our little family, recalling the years before the children came, when we prayed and prayed to be entrusted with even one little life on this earth,and our joy when He answered our prayer with Bugaboo, then answered it again thirteen months later with Beanie, twenty-two months after that with Mr. Man, and fifteen months after that with Baby Guy. For the record, there are presently no buns in the oven, as it were. As I considered, smiling, that vow we made, nine years ago, to welcome new life joyfully, I realized there was a pretty good opportunity for a somewhat unorthodox prayer of thanksgiving to our mighty and merciful Lord.
“Hey, I know where I want to go for dinner tonight.”
“Okay . . .”
“Let’s take the tribe to Chuck E. Cheese.”
“Perfect. We’ll have fun!”
And so, there we were, planning our anniversary dinner at the Rodent Redoubt, thanking God for blessing us with the children who made us want to do such a thing. He and I agree that there will be many years for the quiet, intimate dinners at fancy restaurants, but the Temple of the Rat years are precious and few. So, for now, we trade neckties and pearls for strings of plastic beads and mouse stickers . . . and count it as the most extraordinary of blessings, worth savoring and cherishing.
Afterwards, when the kids were loaded into the van for the ride home, Manie and I paused for a moment. We looked at each other, started giggling, wrapped our arms around each other and chorused, “Best . . . anniversary dinner . . . ever!”
Today’s prayer: Lord, You have blessed our marriage with love, laughter, strength, and grace. Your design, from the beginning, was that two should become one in flesh and spirit, and we praise you for Your wisdom. Thank You for blessing us with children, and for the wisdom to recognize the beauty, wonder, and brevity of their childhood. Please help us teach them that all blessings come from You, and that a stalwart, humble faith in You, coupled with reliance on the guidance You left in Your book of love letters to us, will provide them with everything they need to love as they should. What You have joined, no many may put asunder, Lord, and we thank You for joining us together forever. Please mold us into an example of Your will for married couples, and grant that our hearts may turn always to You, whether we face exhilarating joy or exhausting grief, with a psalm of praise. Keep us ever mindful that marriage is so important to You that You performed Your first public miracle at a wedding, and keep us ever mindful of the sanctity of the sacrament You created.