17 years and hoping for another 17…

It was our 17th wedding anniversary today (it’s the furniture anniversary, but we can’t afford any of that this year!) I woke to a beautiful spray of pink roses and lilies from Glenn, and we went on our planned trip to one of the four places I really missed while I lived in California…the Snoqualmie Falls, one of the most beautiful waterfalls in the States and part of the opening credits of Twin Peaks. (The others were the tulip fields in La Conner, WA, which I got to visit for my birthday, the lavender fields in Sequim, WA, which I will see when I go up to visit the Port Townsend Writers Conference for a little reading in about a week, and the little Canadian resort town of Whistler, which they have probably ruined by Olympics-ing it.)
It was tremendous, a cloudless blue sky and the mist of the waterfall a wonderful mix with the warm sunshine, the falls as big as I’ve ever seen them for this time of year (usually in the summer it’s reduced to a bit of a trickle) and the wildflowers blooming over the edges of the falls. The drive up, about an hour away, reminded me of my childhood in the Tennessee mountains – nothing but winding roads around trees for miles and miles. No fancy dinner, no piece of jewelry, could make me as happy.