I forget birthdays and other occasions. Not just other people’s birthdays. I have been known to miss my own and only realize a few days later that it had passed. Oops. Usually, I remember our anniversary. Last year was our 25th and it being one of those milestone years, we were both aware of it.
Unlike this year.
I have our anniversary marked in our shared Google calendar so that I get a notification a day in advance. So when an email showed up saying “Happy Anniversary Marilyn & Garry,” I said “Oh.”
I knew yesterday was the fourteenth thus making today the fifteenth. I knew our anniversary is the fifteenth of September … yet somehow, I didn’t connect the dots. The pieces of information lived in my brain, separately. Until I saw the email.
“Garry,” I said. “It’s our anniversary tomorrow.”
He got that look that husbands get when they figure they have just made some terrible mistake, a combination of guilt and fear.
“I only realized it now because it popped up in my email,” I said. “I put it in our calendar. You would have seen it when you turned on your computer.”
“I thought I’d really blown it.”
“Well, you weren’t alone. We both blew it.”
“I remembered last year,” he pointed out.
“I know.” I thought awhile. “We don’t have any money, but we could go out for dinner if we put it on a credit card. If you’d like.” I was thinking how glad I was that I had bought him his gift a while ago and being me, already given it to him. I’m such a child about gifts. I can’t wait. I have to give them immediately.
So today is our anniversary. Yay. Another year. We are both hitting milestone birthdays in the spring, so I doubt we’ll forget them.
With a little luck, the chrysanthemums will bloom tomorrow. I’m pretty sure they, at least, will remember the day.
FLOWER OF THE DAY – CHRYSANTHEMUM