So, we are about to turn 11. Once again, I am slinking off and not celebrating with proper vivre. How many anniversaries does this make in which I have disappeared? Well, let's just say more than 3 & less than 8. How many has Mr been absent for? That's right, check out that big ole goose egg.
This is the man who abstains from events and holidays like they are plague-ridden. He sneers at Santa and eschews the Easter Bunny. This is the guy who would rather be on the road for 12 hours with a work trip than celebrate his own birthday. Never, ever, ever misses an anniversary or my birthday though.
Lest I sound bitter, let me mention that with less sacred days, it seems to make those celebrations we do have all the more special. It is something to know that wherever one goes, one is loved. It is something to know that one can go and it is not resented. This is certainly a lucky girl.
