I believe in celebrating almost every holiday, regardless of how big or small it may be. I also believe in celebrating achievements, especially in the form of celebratory meals served on the special plate reserved for just such occasions.
Christopher does not understand this.
Just this past Presidents Day I was bemoaning the fact we did not make James Madison mashed potatoes to go with our supper and he (Christopher, not James Madison) couldn't comprehend why I even had a recipe for that, let alone why I would make it.
I bet he didn't foresee that conversation when he walked down the aisle back in April.
Imagine my surprise and delight upon receiving the follow text this morning:
Christopher: Happy Leap Year/Day!
me: Why thank you! To you also! (Please note that I did not say 'we should have a Leap Year Party!')
Christopher: I wondered if that was coming.
me: Don't think it didn't cross my mind. Its not too late to start planning.
So that's how Christopher came face to face with this picture on the front door when he came home from work tonight.
Please don't ask what a frog fishing has to do with Leap Year. I never said my celebrating made a lot of sense.
To be honest, it hadn't even occurred to me to celebrate Leap Year. I'm so glad Christopher reminded me.