Him: Our anniversary is coming up, right?
Me: Oh my gosh. Is it?
Him: I think it's next week.
Me: What day?
Him: The 27th?
Me: Nope, that's my sister's birthday.
Him: The 28th?
Me: Hmmm…no. Maybe the 29th? Do we have it written down somewhere? It was definitely in the summer.
We should probably make a bigger deal about anniversaries, maybe throw a few fireworks out the window or something. After all, living with someone for 13 years and not murdering them is a worthy accomplishment. (Fifteen years if you count the time we were living in sin.) (Twenty years if you count just the sin.)
In some ways, it's a miracle we can coexist in the same space. He's a morning person. I don't speak until noon. He freaks out if there's too much food in the refrigerator while I'm not happy unless the food is physically cascading off the shelves when we open the door. He requires Arctic temperatures at all times to function, while I get frostbite if the thermostat dips below 70 F. He would install an air conditioner directly into his pants if he could. The heat and humidity this summer are killing him.
The long haul of marriage isn't always easy. Even when you still love the person, it's sometimes hard to continue to let yourself be loved. Especially when the person doesn't love you for the things you think he should love you for, but instead insists on loving other different things and you can't make any sense of it whatsoever.
We don't make a big deal about anniversaries, but we do make a big deal about our family Cape vacation we take every year. I've never linked the two events in my mind before, but we should. The place we rent is in the same town where we got married. We always go in July, which is the same month we got married (I'm pretty sure). We didn't plan it that way, but that's how it always seems to work out.
That vacation is the best time of the whole year: swimming, sandcastles, sea creatures, doughnuts, BLTs, lobster rolls, fried fish, ice cream, books, outdoor showers, bike-riding, mini-golf, more ice cream. And, of course, our two sweet boys. There's nothing we could possibly plan for our anniversary that's better than all that.