Today is my fifth wedding anniversary. We’ve been together for twelve years, it just took me a while to convince him to marry me. :)
I had a plan for this anniversary. I intended to mail my husband five anniversary cards. And even purchased a stamp that said “do not open until…” and was going to put our anniversary date in the stamped image.
Somehow, that didn’t happen. The weird part of that is that I am a genius with dates. I know everyone’s birthday, anniversary, etc. Yet, somehow, every year, this date sneaks up on me, and I “forget” it.
I think it’s because every day is a celebration of our marriage. Really. I’m not just saying that. We treat each other with love and respect, and cherish each other, each and every day. And because of that, it seems like every day is our anniversary.
The weirder part? My husband came home last night with five anniversary cards for me.