The month of May is a big one in my world. I have a lot to celebrate, and lots of cards to get.
Mid-month it’s Mother’s Day, of course. Always have to make sure that card gets out. Recently, however, I found out that something I thought I had to do for my Mom, I really did not.
I have no idea how it came to be, but for years I used to get my Mom a box of chocolate-covered cherries. I remember it started way back, when I was just a boy. I suspect that I must have been convinced by some advertising, or that I saw a huge display of them in a store. Either way, I bought my Mom a box.
Now, probably what happened was Mom said something about how nice and thoughtful I was to get her the chocolate-covered cherries.
Unfortunately, my Mom actually hated them.
Finally, after years of unknowingly torturing my Mom, I stopped buying chocolate-covered cherries, graduating to buying her a box of Russell Stover chocolates. I’m sure it was probably because I had a little more disposable income, or I thought a box of different types of chocolates was a better idea, or I saw some advertising somewhere.
Fortunately, my Mom reminds me every now and then that she doesn’t like cherries. Actually, she reminds me and my wife at the same time, thereby making sure that I don’t buy her any.
My wife, by the way, also doesn’t like cherries. This is a very good thing for me, as whenever we are out and getting an ice cream sundae or a shake, I get her cherry as well as my own.
My wife, of course, always gets a Mother’s Day card from me. It is also her birthday month, so there is another card.
It is also our Anniversary month.
How did we meet? Well, it was the summer of my sixteenth year.
I was trying to get my first real summer job, not to be confused with the small job I had the summer before, or the volunteer job I had done the summer before that.
I had spoken to the owner of a soda fountain in the community my family had a summer home in. It would be a long commute, all of two blocks, so transportation would not be a problem.
I was scheduled to come in one spring weekend to talk with the owner to find out if I had the job or not. The soda fountain usually opened for the weekend in the mid spring while they cleaned up and got ready for the summer crowd.
The day came, but the owner ended up having something else that he had to do, so he told the girl that was working that day that there was this boy coming in who was looking for a job. She was also told that if he looked good and she liked him to hire him.
She hired me. She also (unbeknownst to me at the time) made sure that we usually ended up working the same shifts at work that summer.
That started a friendship that continues to this day, and seven years later, we were married.
One of our favorite songs is “I Got You Babe” by Sonny & Cher. Whenever it comes on the radio, we will sing along. We didn’t know it way back then, but the song certainly fits both our relationship, and our life, together.
Happy Anniversary, Babe!