Saturday is my sixth wedding anniversary, but today is the eighth anniversary of our first date. We need to celebrate, but unfortunately Mike has been working sixteen hour days with a project he’s working on so a celebration will have to wait.
For now we’re watching a movie and relaxing. Sometimes those are the best kind of nights anyway.
It’s hard to believe we have been together for eight years. I suppose I should state the obvious and say that there have been hard times and easy times, and that every minute was worth it. That’s what you say when you absolutely love the person you are with. And I do. But I am really looking forward to a time when things go a lot more smoothly than they have over the past eight years.
I look forward to a day when our exes will have vanished fully into the peripheral, and the kids will be self-sufficient, happy adults. A day when our home will be a converted barn tucked into the North Carolina woods where our nearest neighbors will be bears and wild turkeys.
But for now I’m looking forward to Saturday night.
We aren’t going out for a traditional anniversary dinner. Instead we’re going to a neighborhood Christmas party. It should be fun.
I might even dress up for the occasion.
Until the next time...I’ll be finishing my Christmas shopping!