Yesterday marked the 1 year anniversary of my marriage to Ryan Keith Hoagey or as you know him, Hoagey. For this occasion we decided to call in our Christmas present from my brother and his girlfriend which included a gift card to Starr Restaurants and a night of babysitting. This would be the first time since Bruno was born that we spent any amount of time together with out him. I mean, he does sleep very well and most nights when we put him down we can hang out together do what we please but our ears are always keen to catch any hint of a whimper from him should he require our attention.
BH and CH reported for duty just after 6 to learn such topics as What To Expect When You’re Babysitting Bruno and Changing a Diaper. We showed them a basic wet diaper change and just as we finished Bruno decided they should learn how to do a not-so-basic dirty diaper change. Yowser.
So everything was set and everyone had clean bums and fresh clothes. I asked the room if I’d need a jacket and everyone agreed that it was very nice. Suspiciously nice. We headed out towards the subway dressed to the nines (an aside: I wear nice clothes so infrequently that whenever I do anymore, I get the feeling I look like a little girl playing dress-up. I get the feeling I walk that way, too). At about 3 blocks away the skies got a little dark and the wind picked up a bit. We weren’t worried for some reason and just sort of ignored it. Then the big raindrops started hitting the ground in spurts and we walked a little faster, still 5 blocks from the subway. A marble sized piece of ice hurdled through the sky and landed squarely on the top of my head followed by several dozen of his closest friends. Then their watery cousins started splashing on and around us by the hundreds. “What do we do?!” I shouted over the roar of the downpour. “Go into Not Just Pizza!” Hoagey shouted back. The rain was coming in sideways so by the time we made it into the shop, our left sides were a little soggy.
The storm took maybe 10 minutes to pass. Workers and customers in the pizza shop stood near the doorway with us agape at the sudden and violent storm. Hoagey and I kept looking at each other with “holy shit” looks on our faces. It finally started to let up. A bit. The girl who works behind the counter came to the door way and said as much and no sooner had the words left her mouth than a bone rattling clap of thunder sent her a foot and a half into the air.
“This is Bruno’s first thunderstorm!” I said as the thunder echoed. “I hope he’s okay!” As I said this, I went to get my phone out and my brother had texted me, “I hope you didn’t get caught in that.” And then he called to see if we needed an umbrella or to use their car. We declined as the rain really was settling down at that point and by the time he could have gotten to us, it might have been all over. I didn’t hear any baby screams in the background so that put my mind at ease.
As Hoagey and I deliberated as to whether or not to leave at that point, the NJP people offered us an umbrella that had been left a few weeks ago. A super nice one with one of those collapsible plastic covers and a curved, wooden handle. We thanked them profusely and headed back out into the rain that lasted only a few more minutes. I kept using the umbrella for the water that was blowing off the trees and telephone lines and to shield my already downtrodden hair from the furious wind.
Hoagey and I already exchanged gifts earlier in the week because we suck at waiting. The day his gift came in the mail I wrapped it and gave it to him that night. It was a reprint of the front page of the Inky when the Phillies won the World Series to keep with the Paper Anniversary theme. He gave me a gift certificate for a spa day at a swanky downtown salon. He’s always trumping me in the gift department. For my birthday I got an iPhone. For his birthday he got a Kettlebell. I don’t know how he puts up with me.
I finally put the umbrella away as it was no longer necessary and Hoagey spent the rest of the evening’s alternating between seeing how many times he could twirl it around in a row and trying to imitate Dr. Gregory House’s cane walk. “For our wooden anniversary, I’m getting you a cane.” He’ll probably get me some sort of antique jewelry box with gold inlay and Swarosky crystal accents. By then, he’ll have come to terms with the fact that I’m not the champion gift-giver in this relationship. I hope.
It has been a truly wonderful year and it’s almost spooky how awesome it’s been. Awesome wedding. Pregnant on the VERY FIRST TRY. Kick-ass honeymoon on a tropical island. World Series!!!(!!!) Another room in the house finished. Fairly easy pregnancy. Bruno. Bruno. Bruno! I hope we haven’t set the bar too high.
My BFF Catie texted me with well wishes, “Happy Anniversary! Try to slow down this year, you guys were wayyyy too productive last year ” I can agree with that. Maybe by our wooden anniversary we can try for another year like that. Whenever that is.