I’m terrible with dates.
Before kids, I could remember ALL KINDS of random stuff alongside important things like putting milk back into the refrigerator instead of the pantry, and that it’s usually best to shave both legs at the same time.
Jeff has always stood by me along the way, claiming the children don’t really need calcium and not caring if one leg looks like I stole it from a Sasquatch. Because, you know, love.
And since I’m not all that romantic – I fall asleep with my clothes on a lot of the time and I don’t remember when we first kissed and I don’t write steamy notes on the bathroom mirror (who does that?) – anniversaries tend to escape me.
Like ours. It’s today.
We’ve been married for NINE years.
Jeff told me this morning.
I didn’t believe him until he showed me the math.
And, while I won’t be waxing poetic on how perfectly perfect our perfect perfection is (enough people do that on Facebook as it is), I give you 12 things no one says on their anniversary, but really wants to:
Love you, babe. Here’s to growing old and gross together. Mainly because of the farting thing.
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