Monday was our second wedding anniversary. Originally, we planned to go out to dinner after work, but in the afternoon, John emailed me to tell me that his mother fell down in her retirement community and they were taking her to the hospital to get checked out.
A few years ago, John's mom sold her condo and put the money into a down payment at a retirement community in town. She has a studio apartment there and as she gets older and her health declines, her community will adjust to her changing needs until she dies. She did that because she didn't want to impose on her children, which is nice of her. The best thing about it, is that they have nurses on staff there and when she fell, she just called them, they came right away, and took her to the hospital.
She had surgery on her hip yesterday and they had her walking on it already today. That's pretty good for someone in their eighties.
John spent most of Monday evening at the hospital with his mom, while I stayed home and made enchiladas and rice and beans for dinner. He finally got home around 8:30 and apologized for keeping us from our anniversary date. I told him that family always comes first and it's not like we don't eat out enough. We finally did go out to eat last night and got fondue and drinks and had a lovely meal. It was well worth the wait.
The post above are all of the reasons I am so happy to be married to John. He takes good care of his mom and he is always so considerate and sweet to me. It may only be our second wedding anniversary, but we'll have been together nine years this coming September. I haven't regretted a day.
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