I forgot my wedding anniversary again this year just like I did during many of the 19 years I was “officially” married – despite the fact that my mom gave me a wedding gift of a bronze platter with the date embossed on it to remind me.
One reason why this date was unimportant to me is that I always considered our anniversary to be when we started dating in late November 1989. It took another 10 years to convince Ellen to marry me.
I didn’t realize I missed our anniversary again until this week when I realized, “Oh yeah…I missed it again.”
November is a different story. My wife’s birthday was in November. We started dating in November. We had our worst and last Thanksgiving of our 29 years together in November of 2018. I will never forget November.
Our wedding was fine. It was actually better than fine – it was perfect for us. We had it in our lovely yard, surrounded by close family and a few friends. We ate good food, skipped out on all the BS and extraneous hoopla that usually comes with weddings. For our honeymoon we invited friends and family to join us for a resort vacation in Deep Creek. It was drama free and a lot of fun.
I have zero regrets about how we did it. My wife felt the same way.
I suspect, because it was her 2nd wedding, we had been together for 10 years already, it was so low key and easy going, it made the date easier to forget. It wasn’t just me. She forgot our anniversary most years too. When one of us realized a week or two later, we’d laugh, hug, kiss and wish ourselves happy anniversary. Then we’d go walk the dog and pickup dinner.
Our life together and our love for each other was special. The date never needed to be.