Brian and I forgot it was our anniversary when we woke up this morning. Life sort of got in the way of remembering. We’d been out the night before at a San Jose Giants game. (They’re a Giants minor league team, and their stadium has the best churros in the world.) I woke up first, fed the baby, then put him in the bed between us and we lay playing with him for a while, until Brian had to get up to go to work. Then I had to get dressed for a morning doctor’s appointment. We talked, kissed the baby, kissed goodbye, and it wasn’t until I got to his work today to have lunch with him that I remembered to say “Happy Anniversary” to him.
But it doesn’t really matter, to either of us. I love that we began our anniversary in a quiet way, with our little family together, snuggling with our little one. Milestones have a way of zipping right by while you’re busy living.
Well Jennifer, you probably do not remember me, I am Neddy, you visited our log cabin when you were about 8 months old, your mom and Dad and the other kids came to visit us in Oregon.
I had to comment on your post this morning. Yesterday was our anniversary and we both forgot it going about our day just enjoying each other, suddenly I told my hubby that I thought we had an anniversary this week, we both looked at each other with a glazed look and realized that this was the day, we both laughed and hugged and were in agreement that every day is an anniversary….”SMILE”
Thank you for your comment, Nedra! I don’t remember you from when I was eight months old, but I do remember you! My mother often talks about you.
We’re so lucky to share our lives with men who makes every day special! Happy anniversary!