I always wondered what my number would be. Well, now I know. Six it is. Six years is the number I have been curious about for a long time, and now I know.
What was I curious about? Actually, afraid would be a better description than curious. Well, it’s like this, I have always wondered how long it would be before either my wife or I would forget about our anniversary, and in what state our marriage would be when that happened. It happened.
Our anniversary was on Sunday, May 31. I thought about the occasion on Thursday, then promptly forgot about it since we were busy getting ready to visit family for the weekend. The next time I thought about it was on Sunday, THE DAY. I was in the middle of cooking lunch when a thought entered my mind about June being just around the corner. Then it hit me. Today was our anniversary. I came up behind her and said, “Hey, guess what!” I wrapped her in my arms, gave her a kiss, and whispered, “Happy Anniversary!” “Oh,” she said surprised, “I forgot.”
So I was off the hook. I always thought that I would be the one to forget, but no. Lucky me. Lucky me for marrying such a wonderful woman. Lucky me for having a great marriage, even if we almost forgot our anniversary. Lucky me for being able to celebrate our anniversary with a weekend getaway several weeks from now.
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