That’s how many years we’re married today. Frank is home from work, but not because it’s our anniversary. He was up half the night coughing so he stayed home. But hey, who am I to complain? Anything that keeps him home is okay with me, especially since he seems to be feeling up to dinner out tonight.
Our anniversary is also a feast day, one I had no idea about at the time we were married. In Rome, a few hundred years ago, there was a miracle on August 5th. On a hill in Rome, it snowed. A beautiful basilica was built on the spot. Every year, on the feast day of Our Lady of the Snows, they have a special Mass at this Church, Santa Maria Maggiore. They shower white rose pedals from the dome and at night, firemen use a snow machine in the piazza there. Steve had been hoping to take a train down today from Assisi but it didn’t work out. I’m thinking we really need to be there next year for our 25th.
Tonight at our parish, they are dedicating our new Church. That means we get the bishop for Mass on our anniversary. I’m considering asking him for a photo of himself that I can throw darts at for taking my boy away from me.
