Oh twelfth anniversary,
a seemingly doomed twelfth, poor twelfth
with babysitter-set plans,
for an entire March afternoon's span,
without our three little elves
Just me and him, hand in hand.
It was about three-in-the-morning
always three...why three?
when the sound of vomiting
broke the silence of our sleep
"Is someone throwing up?"
I called out from the bed...
"It's me Mom" Soda said.
So all through the morning
and all through the day
after rainchecking the sitter
my knight held our little Soda as he slept
leaning him over the barf bucket
when Soda would whimper
"Dad help..."
"It wasn't exactly as we'd planned
not what we'd pictured," my knight said,
but...somehow romantic
and sweet and fun.
"Kinda like our marriage,"
he said. I answered, "Yup."
The stomach flu lifted
Soda began to eat saltines
All of us much relieved
sat down on the couch and
turned on Indiana Jones number three.
What could top that??
Cheers!
The Good Food Fairy
