{"id":1012,"date":"2007-09-06T12:48:48","date_gmt":"2007-09-06T17:48:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/wordpress\/?p=1012"},"modified":"2007-09-06T12:48:48","modified_gmt":"2007-09-06T17:48:48","slug":"happy-anniversary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/2007\/09\/06\/happy-anniversary\/","title":{"rendered":"Happy Anniversary"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was late for our first date.  You remember.<\/p>\n<p>Back then, I was <em>never<\/em> late.  I hated being late.  I believed that showing up anything but on time showed disrespect, and I was especially mortified to have flubbed up on such a rare occasion as a first date.  But, there I was.  I&#8217;d gone to the wrong theater, you see, and as I finally got to the top of the escalator at the correct location and saw you standing there outside the ticket booth, alone, I knew I&#8217;d be starting this romance down a point.<\/p>\n<p>We saw &#8220;Beloved,&#8221; the movie based on the book we&#8217;d both read and liked.  It wasn&#8217;t so good.  By the end of it, as I recall, you&#8217;d managed to make me feel not so bad for keeping you waiting.  Little did you know it would be the first in a long line of disappointments.<\/p>\n<p>As I write this, I have the anniversary card my father sent us today sitting on the table next to me.  It&#8217;s addressed to &#8220;Leah and Mark Palmberg.&#8221;  He&#8217;s an old dog, and even after four years, you&#8217;re still a new trick.  Thank you for abiding him.  And me.  And know that I was late that day only because my mind was flush and confused with the excitement of being with you, a feeling I still get from time to time.  Maybe not as viscerally as on that first date, but more deeply now, more thoroughly.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m late all the time now.  Almost every day, at least once.  It still bothers me, as you know, but I&#8217;m learning to embrace my tardiness.  My canine constitution is not yet so inflexible as my dad&#8217;s (though you&#8217;re convinced I&#8217;m destined to be his eventual replacement).  Sometimes I think you make us late on purpose as payback for my transgression those nine years ago, and I smile when I think back to the look on your face when I finally made my appearance.  I&#8217;m still down that point, after a wedding and a little girl and everything else we&#8217;ve shared.  Maybe I always will be.  But I&#8217;m fine with it.  There&#8217;s no one else to whom I&#8217;d rather owe that debt.<\/p>\n<p>Yours,<\/p>\n<p>-m<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was late for our first date. You remember. Back then, I was never late. I hated being late. I believed that showing up anything but on time showed disrespect, and I was especially mortified to have flubbed up on such a rare occasion as a first date. But, there I was. I&#8217;d gone to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1012","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p9oLlO-gk","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1012","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1012"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1012\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1012"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1012"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicheplayer.net\/avablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1012"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}