While we were travelling all over Eastern Canada, I realized late one night that it was our wedding anniversary. And it was our 25th - a pretty special one at that. My husband and I just laughed. We were enjoying our trip so much that we really didn't pay much attention to what day is was, let alone the date.
It is a standing joke for us that I can't remember our wedding date. I remember the events of the day very well, just not the date. We changed the date of our wedding several times for a variety of reasons. One of the reasons we changed was that my brother who was an Air Force pilot at the time got the assignment to fly to Antarctica on the date we chose. It was a once in a career opportunity for him, so how could I stand in the way of that? Plus he was walking me down the aisle and I didn't want to go by myself. I remember he and his wife and daughter decided to go to Door County the day of our wedding. The ceremony started at 4 or 4:30. I was dressed and ready to go. No brother. He showed up about 5 minutes before the ceremony started. He was in a new Air Force uniform and was still trying to pin on all that bric-a-brac they wear! This is so normal for him.
Anyway, I am lucky that someone made a needlepoint sampler for our wedding, because it has the date on it, so I can always check it -- which I do, because I truly cannot remember.
So, last night I fixed lobster and opened a bottle of wine to have a belated celebration.
Here's to 25 years with my favorite guy and a wish for 25 more.