This morning I realized it wasn't Friday the 5th, but omg Saturday the 6th, and then I remembered why that sounded so familiar. Ahhh. it's our 45th anniversary. Rarely do I remember the date, since I have always been a bit vague on 'was it the 6th or the 8th" and get really funny looks from the mister when I ask.
But eventually one of us remembers, which is nice, and then he says 'im sorry I forgot" and I say, "it's okay, I did too" and it really is okay. In a way, at least for us, it isn't the event itself that looms, its the fact that we're still here to appreciate it.
45 years. wow. Me too.