Friday the 13th has become a holiday of sorts for Ross and I. Not because we love Halloween and creepy things and bad luck, but because it's been such a significant date for us in the past few years.
Friday April 13, 2012 was quite possibly the worst day of my life. It was the day I learned the truth about our marriage.
Friday July 13, 2012 was the day we renewed our vows after separation, counseling, and much divine intervention.
Ever since then, we've tried to celebrate Friday the 13th with a fun night out. Anniversaries have not been historically good for us (this year was the definite exception to the rule). Nor has Valentine's Day or other big holidays. Too much pressure, leading to dashed expectations.
But Friday the 13th? It's random. It usually sneaks up on us. It often comes around more than once a year. And it's fun for us.
This past Friday December 13, we got a great discount deal on the Nutcracker ballet and took a little staycation. Friday we braved the freezing rain and grabbed sushi at Nara. Yummmm. We had a gluten-free"Mostess" cupcake from Mud Pie for dessert.
Saturday, we slept in and then went to the Nutcracker. It was my first real event in the Kauffman Center, and it was awesome!
It was great to have unlimited time to talk and just hang out with each
other without normal life distractions. And Ross got to go to the ballet
for the first time! I felt lousy and didn't want to be photographed,
but now I do wish we'd gotten a better picture of us to commemorate the
The next Friday the 13th... is our baby's due date. How awesome is that?! We couldn't have planned it if we tried. It would be really cool if this baby decided to be among the 5% of babies who are actually born on their due date, right?