At the time, getting married on December 29th seemed like a good idea. The whole family was already going to be in town for Christmas and love was pushing the date. Our marriage day was wonderful. I spent most of the day gazing into his eyes and we didn’t let go of each other’s hand the entire time. This was a day to be remembered.
Our first wedding anniversary rolled around. We were in Dallas celebrating Christmas with my family and didn’t feel it was polite to take an evening out of our short visit to commemorate. Instead, it was mentioned casually over a bowl of chips and salsa at a family dinner.
Our second wedding anniversary was spent in Utah with my husband’s family. Again, we felt taking a few days to ourselves wasn’t timely since it had been over a year since the whole family had been together. We swapped cards that morning and stayed up late talking to his brothers.
Each anniversary since then has followed this pattern. An anniversary this close to Christmas has no chance of success. But no more. Yesterday we officially pronounced Memorial Day to be our “love-i-versay,” the day we first hooked up. It was Memorial Day 2000. Adam came to my house and after 5 hours of talking we’d both realized we were made for each other. Equipped with our new love-i-versay, we can finally do away with our anniversary and the feelings of guilt we experience every year at its insufficient commemoration.
So watch out. Next year my husband and I are going to be BY OURSELVES for our anniversary. Mark my words, there will be no family pictures, Christmas caroling or pie-hangovers to stop us. The anniversary never did us any favors. We won’t waste another year on it. Make way for the love-i-versary!