Special Occasion
My husband and I had big plans for our anniversary last month. Well, big plans considering we are on a budget and have two kids at home, and jobs to go to the next day and. And. And. We'd watched Blood Into Wine, a documentary about winemaking in Arizona and had planned to buy a bottle or two and spend our anniversary weekend at Timberline Lodge. We'd read, hike, dine, and sip our fancy-schmancy wine while soaking up the 1930s WPA architecture. In actuality, the lodge was booked. Our anniversary fell on a Tuesday night. Childcare was complicated. We had a fantastic, spur of the moment dinner out but our fancy wine stayed home. We were waiting for a special occasion. Occasions came and went. A concert on a lawn. A picnic. A beautiful weekend. But the wine remained corked. I remembered a story I'd heard on This American Life. I wish I could find the link. In brief, it's about a couple who receive an expensive bottle of champagne for their wedding and never drink it because they're saving it for a special occasion. Years go by and the wife dies. The husband then decides that his gift to people will be a nice bottle of something and this story so they don't make the same mistake. Moral: Every day is a special occasion. So one night, in the middle of the week, after the kids were in bed we opened our fancy wine and watched Firefly. The end.
Love this story! Dale and I live by the saying, ” life is too short to drink bad wine!”
beautiful…