Today
may or may not be
my anniversary.
I know,
we should know this
but it happened like this:
We decided on a date
the 10th,
my husband's parents anniversary date.
Something he could remember.
Then we couldn't get off work.
So we planned to wed on the 11th.
Then we were able to get off work on the 10th.
Then the venue wasn't available.
Then it was.
Then the minister had a conflict.
Then some of the bridal party had challenges.
By the following year,
we couldn't remember which date the deed occurred.
Yes, I know I should dig around and find that #!@!# certificate,
but does it really matter?
What matters is that I've been married to a great guy
for 29 years.
He's a kind human being,
who is filled with compassion.
He is a great father and grandfather,
and he's the best friend I've ever had.
I'd marry you again under that banana tree.
A story for another time. :)