I’m terrible with dates. Birthday, anniversaries, appointments- I’m awful at remembering them. It usually takes me a good couple of seconds to remember my kids birth dates for goodness sake! But for some reason Jan 16th, the date of my first date with the Hubs, stays stuck in my head. It’s not like we celebrate this anniversary- I make a remark about it, the Hubs rolls his eyes, we kiss and the kid’s groan. No presents or cards- just a passing comment and we’re done.
I think this one is boggling my mind the most because I was 19 when we met- which means we’re fast approaching the point where I’ll have known the Hubs as long as I didn’t know him. And frankly, that astounds me. And makes me feel old. And lucky. I knew I liked the Hubs on that first date, but I could have never have imagined the crazy, awesome life we would build together!
Awww, happy day 🙂 We have lots of little dates like this that we celebrate in a minor way…which is probably why we are so crap at actually celebrating our REAL anniversary.
Hey..at least you celebrate at some point! 🙂
Love this! I remember when you got married. Man – we’re getting old.
Well you may be, I don’t think I age! 😉 Just ignore the crows feets. 😉