The wife and I are celebrating our 15th anniversary today.
Anniversary of what, you should ask. Go ahead, ask, I’ll wait. I’ll look at some pictures.
I’ll assume that if you’re still reading, you’ve asked.
Today is the 15th Anniversary of our first date. It was sort of a blind date. We had never met before, in person. We had met on the internet two and a half months earlier. But that’s another story for another time.
It was a simple enough date; she picked me up at the airport, we went to dinner, we went back to her place. She had the couch all made up for me, it was cheaper than a hotel. It was a perfect date.
Dinner was at a Mexican restaurant because she knew I liked margaritas.
So today, to celebrate our anniversary, we had lunch at a Mexican restaurant. And it was good.
Would I have remembered this anniversary? I don’t know. I always know the date, it was a Friday the 13th, in March. Friday the 13th, who knew it would be a good omen?
I jumped back here to state: I hate “Hallmark Moments”. I hate the commercialization of holidays and anniversaries. The sweetness of an anniversary celebration isn’t giving her a ring from Kay Jewelers, as they want you to believe. The sweetness is remembering and celebrating the fact that you met 15 years ago and it worked! And now, 15 years later it’s still working.
I was going to have a deep moment here and talk about the differences in the way men and women treat anniversaries. The wife remembers dates and celebrates them, thankful for us being us. I remember moments and treasure that we are who we are. I think we are both right – and Hallmark and Kay Jewelers are wrong.