May First today, which is a day filled with portent and mystery. The Russians parade artillery, the neo-Druids gather in oak groves, the French hand out lily of the valley to ladies and here at the Nest, we observe the second anniversary of the smartest day of our lives. Yep, it's been two solid years since FryDaddy and I said our vows and declared our intentions in front of God and witnesses to travel this road together, no matter what the potholes may bring.
This year, we're combining anniversary celebrations with his graduation festivities in a couple of days. It's a regular workday for me (sigh), although I have the prospect of a home-cooked dinner waiting for me at the end of a long, grading-filled day. Well, not all anniversaries can fall on weekends, can they?
The traditional gift for the second anniversary is cotton and, while it's not about the gifts, handing me a bunch of Q-Tips at the end of a semester may not be among the best of ideas. I took a more symbolic route with this one, but that's all you get to know about it. (It's still a secret, and he reads this blog.) You see, there's a lovely Southernism to denote being in a state of good fortune - on such a happy occasion, you're said to be in "high cotton." This past year has been all about high cotton for us. We've seen our professional careers continue to blossom to the point that we're in the midst of co-authoring a project together. He's worked hard (and I mean hard) at school and is about two days away from donning a dark-blue robe and very flat hat and striding with confidence across a stage to receive his degree. I haven't hit anyone with an office chair. (Trust me, that should count as an accomplishment, although I've yet to find a place to put in on my CV. Suggestions are welcomed.) There has been tribulation and trial - it's life, after all - but work is good, friendships are rich, and home is cozy. We've had the opportunity to travel and laugh and continue to build a life together.
It's been a good year - and one filled with "high cotton" moments.
That's well worth celebrating, any day of the year.