Yesterday was our anniversary. It seems appropriate to mark the day, and there were several ways to do that. He took the day off work, my grocery shopping was moved to this morning, and we left the kids with Grandma for a few hours.
The kids were happy for us, and seemed pleased that we cared enough about our anniversary to make a special day out of it. On the way to Grandma’s we took turns telling them the story, “So fourteen years ago today, at this time, we were…”
Fourteen years doesn’t seem like all that long, and by long I mean impressive. Five felt long. Seven felt significant. Ten was monumental. Since then it’s been a blur of added years. Honestly though, the years you are acquire not achievements, they’re gifts.
It’s the gift that changes things.