Me: “Hello?”

Keen: “Hey babe.”

Me: “Hey, honey! What’s up? This is early for you to call…”

Keen: “Happy Anniversary!”

Me: “Oh My God!”

Keen:  *snorts*

Me: “Happy
Anniversary babe! I totally lost track of the date! I’m so sorry…”

Keen: “Nine years

Me: “I know! I’ve just been really bad with time
lately. Seriously, the whole last week I
didn’t know what day it was, or the date, or have even been on the right
month! I was gonna BLOG about it!”

Keen: “Uh huh.”

Me: “Happy
Anniversary, babe. I love you.”

Keen: “I love you,

Me: “I did remember to take my ovulation

Keen: “Good. And?”

Me: “It’s not
positive but we’re almost there.” …pause… “Don’t worry, we don’t have to wait
for that thing.” 


Nine years married. Seventeen years together. Contrary
to what my faulty memory implies, I am
looking forward to the next nine and seventeen (and whatever new kiddos may or
may not pop out in that time). Love you,
hon!  I’m looking forward to dinner just
with you.  

  – wg

"The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in
silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart."

Henry Wadsworth