Conversation two weeks ago between Brian and I.
B: What do you want to do for our anniversary this year?
H: Is that this week?
B: No, it's the 16th.
H: Are you sure? I'm thinking it's the 14th.
B: I'm pretty sure it's the 16th.
H: Which anniversary is this? Our 7th?
B: No, this will be our 5th anniversary.
H: Feels more like 7 years.
B: What's that supposed to mean?
H: I don't know, just feels seveny to me.
A very similar conversation happens every single year.
I have no idea why we can't remember this date.
I was very proud of myself this morning
when I remembered that today was the 16th
and I wished my husband a Happy Anniversary
as I handed him a cup of coffee.
Brian just left for work and I decided to look at our marriage license
to see how many years it's been.
Turns out we were married on January 14, 2007.
That means that our anniversary was two days ago
and we've been married for 6 years.
Not five, not seven, but six.
But at least we suck together.