April 24 would be my parents’ Star Sapphire anniversary. I think I should go buy myself some jewelry!
Kidding.
Instead, I cut a little bouquet of flowers growing around The Compound: plumbago, star jasmine, an azalea blossom, bougainvillea, and impatiens. They’re in the bud vase I gave my parents on their silver anniversary.
I reckon I’ll dust off that old story about the time they exchanged meaningful smirks when I brought them a gift on another of their anniversaries. When I asked what was up, they laughed and wondered why I always celebrated their anniversary on the twenty-fourth instead of the twenty-third. “Because your anniversary is on the twenty-fourth,” I said. When I wouldn’t back down, Mother told Daddy to get their marriage certificate.
Mmmhmmm.
Dear Bill and Dorothy–We’re glad you met and married and made us.
Love, David, Debby, and Becky