Let us get real, here. A wedding anniversary is a date. A date is a date is a date … was it 1776 or was it 1775? 1940? 1941? 1965? Obviously, some dates are highly important: 2001 … and now, 2011.
But all I really remember of “our” date is the people at our wedding in the United Nations Chapel and our baby niece Julie crying in the background. (She was wet and wanted to go home.)
Y’see, my Louie-Louie Lad remembers me all the time. With jelly beans … and daffodils … and stories from the Bathroom Reader. Holding hands. Laughing at silly jokes. And helping me past the nightmares which still sometimes attack.
I do NOT make faces at him or pout because he forgot. Well … not really. The actual fact is, we are together … and the date when that became official is really of little consequence.
Don’t get me wrong … I love getting jewelry and candy and flowers and fancy dinners and marvelous blouses from very fancy shops.
But I love more my Louie-Louie Lad.
I like the way you put that. We (my current husband and I) got married 4 years to the day after our first date. We got married in a year ending with “0” so we can sorta remember how many years we’re together. We have only one date to remember, and seeing as I write it on the calendar, (so I’ll remember it too) he remembers and plans something special ….. even if it’s just taking our dogs out to the local fast-food place for ice cream.
I was never good remembering dates in history either. The event is the important part and if you can estimate the decade or century, you have some idea of what happened when.
I think you’re on the right track, LWW.
Ahh how refreshing that you have not only put into prespective how it should be but you have also put it into words and MOST importantly you have put it into your daily lives. (insert a twinge of jealousy here) Thank you LWW for taking care of such a wonderful guy and thank you Dick for taking care of such a beautiful and wonderful lady!
May you two never part!