Months before my husband and I went away for our tenth anniversary, I began to fantasize about the celebratory getaway. We would eat dinners by candlelight, give each other extravagant presents, walk along the beach reminiscing about our wonderfulness, and of course, make love each night. As Christopher has learned, I’m fluent in all five love languages and on important events, such as birthdays and anniversaries, I want to experience as many as possible. When the weekend finally arrived, I was nearly giddy as we drove away.
That lasted about four hours. I was so eager to receive his imagined amazing gift that not long after we settled into the bed and breakfast I suggested we exchange presents. He slid his hand into his bag and pulled out—wait for it—a card and a pen and sat down to write. On the day of our anniversary. I watched him and thought, “Ten years wasn’t enough time to prepare for this date?” My giddiness morphed into anxiety.
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