Today is my wedding anniversary. Sue and I have been at it for twenty-six years now. I’m not exactly sure how I got so lucky. Honestly, I don’t entirely know why she keeps me around. I suppose she wonders why I just keep hanging around. Like our twenty-fifth anniversary last year, I can tell you everything about the day. But, would you believe I remember very little? Let me explain.
This year, like last, is filled with routine. Like clockwork, we go through our days with a predefined precision akin to a nuclear clock… right down to the second.
There are no special anniversary dinners.
No date night.
It’s just another day in thirty-two months of days since Ryan was senselessly beaten. Like every other aspect of our lives, it goes to the back-burner to simmer until there’s a time when we can hopefully be normal again.
Now, before some people start telling us we must make time for ourselves I’ll just stop them right here. Those who feel this way just have no idea of what we are dealing with. It’s relentlessly being put through the wringer. As parents, we all put are children first. When they need our help, we sacrifice as much as is necessary. Just consider Sue and I proof of this. When we decided to become parents almost twenty-two years ago, we didn’t put any conditions on it. With open-eyes we knew the children shifted our focus from us before we even tried to conceive them. This hasn’t changed. It never will.
We agreed we’d be there for them when they needed us. Ryan needs us. Every second of every minute he needs us and we won’t leave him. He has our loyalty. One of us will always be at his side to make sure he is loved and cared for in the best possible way. Like any other (good) parent, we just want him to have the best life he can and right now we are it.
Note: I did do my best to make a nice dinner. It’s the least I can do with all Sue puts up with in me. I put a roast on the outdoor grill earlier in the day and it has slow-cooked since. I’ll whip up a vegetable side and something for the ole’ sweet tooth.