“So, are you excited about next weekend?”
It was a Friday afternoon and far too early to be thinking of this weekend, let alone next weekend. The immediate problem facing her was whether or not there was enough hot sauce on her burrito and whether she could add more without it dripping down her fingers. Somehow hot sauce always found its way from her fingers to her eyes or up her nose with very little effort on her part.
“Hey. Earth to Keira. Next weekend. Are you excited?”
She finally looked-up, still distracted by her burrito, “What do you mean?”
“Uh. Saturday. Are you looking forward to next Saturday?”
“…Yes. Maybe. I don’t know? Why?”
“Weeeelll, it’s Saturday. The twenty-eighth. Remember?”
“Um…” She thought. He had said it like she should already know, like that they had talked about it at length. What had she agreed to do on the twenty-eighth? There were no races, or conventions, or parties. She was fairly certain they weren’t going to a football game. Was there a family event? Was it someone’s birthday? Were they going out of town? She really hoped she hadn’t agreed to go the damn aquarium again, as she was only interested in the cephalopods and sharks. She wanted to pick up her phone to check her calendar but then he would know she had forgotten.
It was too late. She knew that he knew that she didn’t know. She could see it in his face and he was far too smug and gleeful about his knowledge. It made her want to blow raspberries at him. She didn’t, but only because that would mean he had won and she wasn’t ready to concede.
Then it clicked.
“OH!” She jumped in her chair and nearly dropped her burrito, “OH!!! It’s our anniversary! “
“Yep. Five years.” He grinned and raised his hand to high-five her.
“Wait. Is our anniversary the twenty-eighth?”
“….I think so?” He didn’t sound nearly as confident anymore. His hand started to lower. The smugness was gone.
“Are you sure? Did we ever figure it out for certain? It might be the twenty-seventh.” She paused and thought some more, “Or maybe the twenty-ninth.”
“Shit. I don’t know.”
“It’s definitely one of those days, right?”
They sat there a moment, trying to decide if they should call a more responsible relative or friend to discreetly ask about their wedding date. Or, they could dig out their important document folder that contained their marriage certificate…but that folder was buried somewhere in a box in the back of a closet. Probably.
Finally she said, “Do you want to just say our anniversary is the twenty-eighth?”
“Yeah” He nodded definitively, “That’s way easier.”
That detail decided, she finally added more hot sauce to her burrito and then leaned over the table to kiss him.
“Happy early anniversary to us. I am very excited. She paused and then added, “You have cheese in your beard.”
P.S. I checked a calendar from 2008. I’m nearly positive that we were married on Sep 27th 2008 ..but since Kyle and I are so awesome and also so bad at remembering, I think it’s okay to celebrate both days.