Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. We’d been talking about it for the last couple of months. You know, the usual “what do you want to do?”  “Oh, I’m not sure, what do YOU want to do?”  “Surprise me!” etc. Dinner out, dinner in, what menu? Do you want to go away for a weekend? Where to? etc.  We never really PLANNED what we were going to do and then, suddenly, it was this morning and my husband said. “Babe, I think yesterday was our anniversary and we both missed it!”

We both looked at each other wide-eyed and then started laughing.  No way! Too funny! “Well,” I queried, “was it good for you?”

“Great”, he said, “do you want to go for another year?”

I paused, thinking about it then grinning, said, “Sure, why not? We sure have been married a long time.”

He looked at me with a little-boy grin and said “thank-you?” We both giggled, hugged and then continued getting ready for our day.

I was thinking about how we could have missed it.  My head had all sorts of  old “shoulds” and “shouldn’ts” and what does this mean sort of thoughts. I just felt no change with the revelation. Just wanted to know what day we were going to celebrate and what sounded like a great idea. The idea that we missed an anniversary.. well how odd? This one sure  fell through the cracks. Perhaps we’re just comfortable with being together these days and I find that there are things we do that say “happy anniversary”  many days out of the year.  So, a  forgotten anniversary really doesn’t bother me so much in the big scope of things.

Before he left for work, he cut fresh flowers to replace the faded ones, like he always does. Late blooming half-opened peach colored roses and brightly colored zinnias blared brightly on the tables. Just a little something to remember him by. Works for me.