I woke up this morning really tired. I didn’t stay up particularly late last night and I slept well, but I was tired anyway. Jeff offered to let me sleep in a bit while he got the girls breakfast, but he had picked up some croissants yesterday and that sounded good enough to get me to roll out of bed. We had a nice breakfast, he left for work, I cleaned the apartment while the girls played happily…all in all, a pretty normal start to the day.
Then, around lunchtime, Jeff called from his office. “Guess what I just learned on Facebook?” he said. I figured someone had had a baby or was pregnant or getting married, etc. “Facebook says today is our anniversary.” Ha. It is indeed our anniversary. BOTH of us had entirely forgotten (which makes it okay).
I laughed, but said, “Ugh, that’s so sad!” Adele yelled in from the other room, “Mommy, if something is sad, why are you laughing?” It is sad. It’s sad that it’s only taken us six years to become “that” couple. I don’t really know what I’m referring to when I say “that” couple, and actually I’m not really sad at all. THANK GOODNESS both of us forgot, because it would have caused a big ole fight if I had remembered and he had not (if it had been the other way around, Jeff probably would have shrugged it off).
I looked up sixth anniversary traditions and the gifts are candy and iron. I couldn’t possibly skip the candy anniversary for Jeff, so the girls and I went to the campus convenience store and bought one of every candy bar they had. SO ROMANTIC. Also, Jeff knew I would do just that.
I thought, hey, maybe I should arrange a last minute babysitter so that we can go out to one of the fancy restaurants at the St. Regis, but honestly, all I wanna do is cuddle up with Jeff and continue watching episodes of Friday Night Lights on Netflix.
Six years ago, also on a Sunday, we stood under the chuppah and vowed to love each other forever…and while six years sounds like such a short amount of time to me, we’ve made some major life changes in that time, and have had our fair share of challenges, and I am still just so in love with this man. I am lucky to share this life, this absurd, peripatetic life with him. He rubs my feet whenever I ask him to. He once picked every nut fragment out of a jar of chunky peanut butter to make me a pb&j, because he knew I preferred creamy peanut butter. He’s so insanely smart, but without (most of) those mean/annoying personality traits that geniuses tend to have. And because he went to Lewis & Clark College, I can always feel superior to him, regardless of how many graduate degrees he racks up. And he’s a great father who is involved in every single aspect of parenting. He got up in the middle of the night with the kids far more than I did. Oh yeah, he’s also a superhuman robot alien who survives with no sleep. He just requires candy.
So, happy candy anniversary to you, Jeff! I love you and I’ll love you forever. You can take me to the St. Regis next weekend.