Last Friday night, Kendrick and Indy and I were sitting down to dinner, and I picked up a card that had arrived from Kendrick’s aunt and uncle, expecting it to be a “congrats on your new baby” card, and:
Nope.
An anniversary card.
For an anniversary that happened a good two weeks ago, and which did not occur to either of us even a little bit. I mean, not even a whisper of “oh, right: fairly significant annual event on the horizon” entered either of our brains for even a single second.
Which makes sense, considering that things have been a little extra-busy lately, and also given the fact that the date of our anniversary – August 31 – coincided with the date that we were physically moving across the country with two children. It also makes sense because honestly, we’re not huge anniversary-celebrators anyway – it’s always felt sort of arbitrary to me, and I’d rather go on a special date together just because we feel like it rather than because it’s our anniversary and we feel like we “should.”
But still: Kendrick’s been wanting a skull ring practically since I met him. So when we found a particularly good specimen at the Renaissance Faire last weekend…
Happy Anniversary, my love. Today and always.
