I woke up yesterday morning, looked over at the smiling face on the pillow next to mine, and this is how the conversation went:
Me: “Happy Anniversary.”
Hubs: “Today’s not the 10th.”
Me: “Yes, it is!”
Hubs: “Nope, today’s the 11th.”
Me: “Oh, crap! You’re right. I forgot our anniversary!”
Hubs: “I did, too! At least we went out to dinner last night.”
Me: “We sort of celebrated, even though we didn’t know we were celebrating.”
Hubs: “This getting old is a bitch, isn’t it?”
Then we both burst out laughing. Hey, it’s the first time in 26 years we BOTH forgot our anniversary! And like he said, we did go out to dinner that night; maybe on a subconscious level we knew?
In any case, it’s been a great 26 years, and I love him more than ever—and I suspect he’s moderately fond of me, as well.