Today is Dave and my anniversary.
We've been together for 21 years.
We've been living together for 20 years.
We've been married for 19 years.
Yeah, it all happened on the same date, which is convenient when it comes to remembering these things.
Or so you might think.
As it turns out, this morning I forgot, and I think it's safe to say Dave forgot as well. Is this what happens after 19-21 years? Do we just forget? I'm not fussed about it, we never did much in the way of celebrating our anniversary. For a few years there we would go out to dinner, but it was really not a big deal (okay, it was in as much as going out, by ourselves, with NO kids, and eating - sometimes - at a restaurant, with tableclothes, was kind of a big deal - just not in an anniversary kind of way).
I was going to organise a vow renewal for our 10th anniversary, but as it turned out, Ari was two and a half weeks old when that came around, so nothing got done. Next year will be our 20th, and I feel like we should do something, other than dinner out, for that anniversary. Two decades is kind of significant, if only because we somehow survived that long in a time when nearly half of all marriages don't. I don't know what to do, though.
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