When I called the Chief from work this morning, he wished me a rather rueful "Happy Anniversary", confessing that he remembered only because a friend had sent us an anniversary e-card. I told him it was OK; the only reason I remembered is because I had it on the calendars in my purse and my work Outlook. We're now waitlisted for a nice French restaurant outside of town for dinner Saturday night.
We did this last year, too. I was on my way to the airport for a business trip when the radio announcer gave the date & time and I realized it was our anniversary. While I was stopped at the next light, the Chief called to wish me "Happy Anniversary".
I blame it on 9/11. The Chief was still in the Reserves then and got activated. We ended up spending our first anniversary 2 continents apart. We celebrated about a month later, using our tax refund for a "meet in the middle" vacation in Paris. This year, he's right here; full of construction dust, but right here where I can give him a kiss or a cuddle if I want to. The rest of it - cards, presents, nice dinner out - is just fluff.
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My friends Trevor and Caroline both forgot their anniversary when they were going to New Baby Sleep Deprivation. They were reminded by me wishing them a Happy Anniversary.
And Happy Anniversary to you and the Chief!
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