Funny how anniversaries sneak up on a body. Twenty years ago today, I promised to love this guy until death. Since then, there have been times when I’ve thought about strangling him! LOL

But when you’re starting out, you don’t think of stuff like that. You think of how much you love him. How you don’t think you’d manage without him, and the thought of not having him in your life brings tears to your eyes and a hollow ache in your chest.

You think of how he couldn’t keep your hands off you, and you didn’t want him to. ;)

When you’d look into his eyes, you felt a sensation like falling, that drop in your stomach, butterflies dancing along your spine, knees weak. Ah sweet bliss.

Then the years pass, filled with both good and bad, and the love is different–mellowed, without the fire it once had. And yet, all it takes is a certain “look”, and those fires are stoked once more. Perhaps the flames don’t leap as high, but they are more steady and just as hot.

Will he remember it’s our anniversary, today?  Maybe. If I drop a hint. Or seven. Does it matter? Probably more to me than him. Will I mope if he doesn’t? No. Will I punish him for forgetting? Only if he’s lucky. (LOL)

Seriously, anniversaries are merely markers to track the past. I have plenty of those and excellent recall. So, while I may get a tad miffed, I won’t let it ruin my day.  Maybe he just needs that nudge. Now, where did I put that magick pixie dust…?

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