I was going to do a post on how today is me and the hub’s dating anniversary. We don’t celebrate it anymore since we got married, but if we did, we’d be celebrating 10 years together.
Here we are 10 years ago, before a little weight loss and the hub’s PRK surgery.
And 10 years later.
Ten years is a long time. I don’t know if there’s anything else I’ve done that long. Well, except my husband.
And then I realized our anniversary was actually yesterday. It’s nice and fitting that I forgot again since I’ve gotten the date wrong by a day for the past 10 years. Why can’t I remember January 8th? I don’t know. But I always have to look up the release date of Jeepers Creepers on DVD to be sure, because we rented it the day it came out and that’s the night we kissed for the first time. Nothing says romance like Jeepers Creepers. Try it. You’ll see.
Anyway, when we first met I started keeping this shoebox of memories.
It basically contains cards that he’s given me over the years, notes he’s left on my car, menus from restaurants we went to on our anniversaries, and movie stubs from some of the first movies we’ve seen.
I forgot about the box until this weekend. I also forgot that I saved the first stuffed animal hubs ever won for me.
For all of you men out there that are trying to woo your ladies, I’m here to tell you that a Justin Long movie and a Kiss doll should do the trick.
Anyway, I just wanted to say happy anniversary that we don’t celebrate anymore to my best friend, greatest love, and the best man I know.