Tuesday was
Groundhog's day, one of my most favorite holidays. Too bad the rest of the world doesn't share my enthusiasm and make it an international holiday with paid time off. Tuesday was also our wedding anniversary. This year, I have lovingly combined them into what I shall refer to as
Groundhogversary... clever, I know.
I don't know what it is about Groundhog's day... maybe it's the under-appreciation, maybe it's the top hats of the inner circle... it's probably that cute little groundhog face peering out of the hole.

Come on, how can you NOT like that overgrown rodent.
Groundhog day comes from the German tradition that says if the sun comes out on Candlemas (the day Jesus was presented at the temple and blessed by Simon), the hedgehog would see his shadow and he will return to his hole and hibernate for 6 more weeks of winter.
German settlers in America used groundhogs to carry on the tradition set forth by their ancestors and Groundhog Day was born.
While there is no formal local celebration for Groundhog Day, it is a dream of mine to visit
Punxsutawney Pennsylvania where Groundhog Day is a local holiday and there are a
wide range of festivities... ah... someday.
Sadly, the sun was shining on Tuesday, which traditionally means we are in for another 6 weeks of winter. *sigh* I guess we shouldn't put those coats away just yet.

The elation of Groundhog Day only added to the joy of our 3 year wedding anniversary. I've never had a very profound concept of time moving quickly or slowly. Even so, it is weird to think it has been 3 years since we got married. It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago. I found the CD we made for the dancing we had at our reception with such classics as "The
Cha Cha Slide," "Boot
Scootin Boogie," and just about EVERY
EFY counselor dance song there was. We did have some nice slow songs too... "Love of My Life" by Micheal W. Smith (Our first dance). I've had a fun time listening to it and thinking of that day, the most memorable, wonderful, happy day of my life... The day I married my best friend.
Because of a lack of funding and time off work, I didn't plan anything extravagant. We just had dinner reservations at PF
Changs and I had thought about going downtown to see the Joseph Smith movie in the
Legacy Theater. (I rough recreation of our first date).
Unfortunately, it didn't quite work out that way. As I was nearing the end of my shift at work, I got a call from Amy. Normally I can't answer my phone while I'm working, but I knew Amy knew that, so I thought it must be something important and answered it. She had been out running errands and the car wouldn't start.
So, I got permission to leave early... it was only about 15 minutes... so they didn't care and went to rescue her. I hadn't anticipated, however, how difficult the task would be. Don't get me wrong, I know how to jump start a car... that's something I learned in Boy Scouts before I could even drive. And I always make sure there are a pair of jumper cables in the car. But what I hadn't anticipated was the car I was in... I had NO idea where the battery was in that car. I drive an old '95 Chevy
Lumina that was my dad's until he upgraded. The car is old, dirty and ready to die, but it gets me from point A to point B so I don't mind it. I had never used that car to jump start another car, so when I opened the hood I just stared into the engine space for a second thinking "Wait... where IS the battery?" It took me a few minutes to locate what I thought was the battery, I even got out the owner's manual to see if that could help. It was lodged it a corner, under some hoses and covered by a support bar... NOT easily
accessible. Then, once I found it, I couldn't figure out where the terminals were. They seemed to be on the side of the battery and connected with snap latches... again, NOT
accessible and NOT what I was used to. I tried for a few minutes to get the terminals exposed to no avail. Finally, I thought "I just need a car where I KNOW where the terminals are!"
I found it interesting how people in a busy parking lot will purposely avoid you when they think you're going to ask them something. I never had so much eye contact avoidance in my life... We had a relatively good parking spot, but somehow all the spots around us were left vacant... It was a sobering
lesson in just how cold our society has become.
I was able to get a hold of my mom, and she came to allow us to use her car to jump it... Finally, a
battery I was completely used to. All in all, we probably spent an hour and a half between my fumbling and waiting for my mom...
Needless to say, we missed our dinner reservations. Instead of a nice
restaurant, we had our anniversary dinner in the food court of Costco and by the time it was all over, we just wanted to go home. So, we just spent the night together. Amy felt bad, but I honestly didn't mind. All I wanted for our anniversary was to spend it with her... and that I did. I was absolutely content sitting on the couch holding her in my arms.
It was a good day.
-Zach