This is getting embarrassing!
Today is my wedding anniversary – seven years and counting. I don’t know why but I always (mostly) forget it.
It was a simple wedding. Not a big deal. I was in Las Vegas for a Human Resource conference and it seemed like an easy place to tie the knot.
I didn’t pick the date. It just happened on the only open time slot in my conference schedule. It was before the early morning pre-conference opening. I had 20 minutes! Afterward I went to the conference; the beloved husband went to breakfast. I didn’t see him until dinnertime.
No hoopla. No Kardashian-style wedding. No paparazzi. Our friends did surprise us with chocolate covered strawberries and champagne.
No special outfits. No mani-pedi although I did shave my legs. (It was either shave or braid!) No bridezilla. No fuss. It was just a legal joining of something special that had been in place for several years.
The worst part is that the beloved husband NEVER forgets the date. Of course, he doesn’t forget ANY dates. He sends out birthday cards so people get them on time. Cards for him are never on time. We have lame excuses. We are so busy? Pullease! He is not offended.
There was a clue. I am good at clues but I missed this one. In cleaning out his office trash I saw a bag from the card shop. For two seconds I wondered what it was for. Then my pea brain was off to the races on other things. (Even I am amazed at how unsuspicious I am in a stable relationship!)
I will get the last laugh because I am planning something special for that special man. If only I don’t forget!
Happy anniversary Dan!