Today is my mom and dad's 5th wedding anniversary. It is the wooden anniversary so it is right on that they celebrate it here, where wood is the one thing we have plenty of. Dad and I, in fact, spent the day chopping wood. I count one, two, three, go! and daddy swings his mighty ax and splits the log right in two. Then I load the pieces onto Cartman the cart and then we pull the cart up to the deck and stack the wood. Then we bring it inside and pile some next to the fireplace for nighttime fires which have already begun up here in the crisp Autumnal season. Mama watches Daddy and I do our woodwork with a loving look on her face for both of us.
For the anniversary celebration they are going to Seattle where my other grandparents, who are here to visit me, got them a hotel room. They are excited about a night away. They already had their perfect evening here on the island: going to see a one night screening of Days Of Heaven at the little old Bainbridge art cinema, one of life's perfect movies they tell me.
Five years ago, in the woods of Big Sur, my parents kissed and hugged in front of family and friends and said I Do! I Do! They still do. They still kiss and hug. They say these first five years have been a very good time and they expect the next five to be even better good times.
Happy Anniversary to Mama and Daddy. Keep it up!