This morning I woke up at 4:30 am to the sound of my husband shaving in sink in the bedroom.
"Could you BE any louder?" I said in that grumpy way that I talk at 4:30 in the morning.
He apologized and turned the water on and off in a much gentler way. Within a minute of being woke up, I realized what day it was.
I knew he had no clue.
I waited as he walked around the room picking up various things that he needed for work. Keys. Cell phone. Time card. Gum.
He said nothing.
The 19 year old me would have been mad and not said a thing. I would have let him leave without bringing it to his attention so that I could use it as a weapon later that evening.
But present day me is too old and tired and, perhaps, mature for all of that drama so I got out of bed, hugged him and said "What's today?"
"It's Monday."
"I know it's Monday, but what IS today?"
"It's the 17th..."
Still. Nothing.
And then I saw the look on his face change. He finally realized that today was our wedding anniversary. Our 18th wedding anniversary.
He felt bad and promised to take me out this weekend. And instead of getting all dramatic about how dare he forget our anniversary! I accepted his offer because after this many years together, drama is pointless. At this point, if he brought me home a can of bean dip for the bag of fritos that has been torturing me for the past 3 weeks, I'd be like "Thanks for the best anniversary present EVER!!
Seriously...all that matter is that He Love Me Long Time.
So, yeah, Happy 18th year of marriage to us.
(A friend just sent an "Happy Anniversary email (Yes, we have friends in real life. I KNOW.) and included this never before seen picture. It's no wonder we've lasted so long. We're awesome.)
Happy Anniversary, Y & Pighunter!
Sounds exactly like my husband's and my anniversary celebrations. We've been married 16 years.