Day 11: Gaming through 12 Years of Marriage
System: iPad
Developer:
Popcap/ EA
Reflection: Both
of my kiddos ran screaming into the room that Frostbite Caves is now open in
PvZ 2. We only played the party level
for the day but the long awaited new area was a big to-do in our family. But today is a big day not just because it
marks the discovery of a new level in PvZ.
The Dozen
Many things come
by the dozen, a base number including: roses, months, eggs, beer, golf balls,
condoms, and donuts (to name a few). On
a foggy day in Bakersfield, twelve-years ago today I had just married my best
friend at St. Joseph’s catholic church.
Our wedding
celebration pre-dated the bridezillas phenomena, and the entire occasion was a
family collaboration. The food and venue
provided by my grandparents, booze from my inlaws, and party favors and table
décor arranged by my sister and mom. My
generous family each contributed a small part to make the event a grand and
beautiful occasion. It was so special to
experience aspects of my family throughout the day, none chosen by me, but each
a way for my family to love me.
For everyone who
has been married 12-year you know that not every day is as magical as a wedding
day. That day is a sacrament of faith
that we draw upon for strength on all the other days that follow.
One of the most
special moments of my wedding is when my partner asked me “what I thought of my
ring engraving?” (which I had yet to
notice). I quickly slipped the ring off
my finger to read the etching that stated…
HAPPILY EVER
AFTER
I remember I had
to remind myself to exhale as I almost immediately embraced my partner and
cried tears of joy. The night was filled
with jubilation, colorful characters, and memories that would last a lifetime. A life based on the promise etched in that
ring that this was the beginning.
Cheaper by the Dozen
I was 21-years
old when I married my soul mate. We were
young, and broke, and idealistic. Our
first wedding anniversary we could not afford a night out, a day off work, or
even to exchange greeting cards. Instead
we played the game Burnout: Paradise City in crash mode for the entire night. We played for so many hours that we did not
realize the sun was rising until the sound of our stomachs growling forced
us awake. We found 3 dollars and walked
to the Dell Taco a few blocks away to purchase the most fowl breakfast burritos
I have ever consumed. Yet, this is my
favorite anniversary memory—gaming through the night, eating stale processed
egg substitute, with nothing to our name but our love, and one another.
Today I can
afford to buy a fancy meal. We can
agonize to choose the perfect game to play.
We have friends, and a gaming table, and two beautiful children that are
so eager to play games with us they run joyfully to announce when a new level
appears. But nothing has ever been as
good as that first celebration in a one-room flat, playing crash mode, eating
dell taco, when nothing else in the world mattered but the other person holding
a controller.
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