I completely forgot that October 31 was the ten year anniversary of when Tate and I became engaged. Apparently he forgot, too.
I remembered on November 6, the eleventh anniversary of our first date. (Jesse James’ Hideout in Rolla, MO. Jealous much?) (I also puked the next morning right in front of him.) (Again. Jealous much?)
I can’t believe that neither of us even REMEMBERED that October 31 was the TEN YEAR anniversary of when we became engaged. How could we have both completely forgotten!?! Since I feel like he and I are having some blips on our marital radar, and I tend to overanalyze A LOT, it made me particularly sad and introspective to have forgotten.
I’ve been thinking about all of our special dates. We don’t celebrate any of these days except for our wedding anniversary anymore, but I remember those early days when we at least acknowledged (wink, wink) all those significant days.
December 29, 1998, This one is none of yo business
December 30, 1998, The first time we told each other we loved one another
May 17, 1999, The day we moved in together in Knoxville, the day after I graduated from graduate school.
July 14, 2001, Our wedding day
I miss those days when we celebrated that we’d been together a WHOLE MONTH! or a three months or eight months. When we got married, we decided that it would be too much to try and remember all the milestones. Celebrating our wedding anniversary would be plenty, we’d agreed.
Maybe we should reinstate celebrating those milestones. Maybe we should do what we did before.
Do you still celebrate those little days? Or do you only celebrate your anniversary?