Daniel had never missed an anniversary in 12 years, which was why Mercy thought surprising him on his flight would be unforgettable for all the right reasons. It turned out to be a day she would always remember, just not in the sweet and loving way that she imagined.
My husband, Daniel, is a pilot, and in 12 years of marriage, our anniversary was always a big deal, something we did not take for granted.
Birthday celebrations had been moved around depending on our availability.
A few years back, we celebrated Christmas Day on December 27 because weather delays stranded him in Denver.
Thanksgiving had once become leftover pie at midnight because his route got extended.
But our anniversary? That was always special to us and celebrated as a big deal.
We protected that date like it was sacred.
So when his crew schedule came out, and he realized he was assigned a 90-minute flight on the exact evening of our anniversary, he looked genuinely heartsick.
“I hate this,” he told me the night before, loosening his tie in our bedroom. “Mercy, I swear I tried to switch it.”
I was disappointed as well, but I understood that he did all he could to be there. What happened was out of his hands.
“I was really looking forward to having a relaxed and sweet evening with you,” he complained.
I smiled because in my mind, I was already formulating a plan.
So, I sat on the edge of the bed, pretending to be more disappointed than I was.
“It’s one anniversary dinner. We can celebrate tomorrow.”
“No,” he said immediately. “It’s not the same. Twelve years is not just any date. We deserve to celebrate it on the exact day.”
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