It was our four year anniversary last Thursday.
And we both forgot.
Friday night we were watching TV after coming home from the tulip festival and Vahid looked at me and said something like “our anniversary was yesterday. We missed it.”
I was about to refute his statement but realized that he was right. Then we laughed.
We celebrated with a fun day Saturday and great lebanese food that night.
I made a joke about how Vahid’s lucky I don’t expect things for anniversaries/birthdays/etc. I mean I like presents but I’d much rather enjoy the time rather than the thing. (And just like that I finally grew out of my only child brattiness. Mostly.)
But I did get flowers on my anniversary. But they weren’t for our anniversary. Vahid woke up early and walked to the store to buy some things we needed for dinner and just happened to pick them up.
I’d much rather be surprised by little things like that then expect something on specific dates.
So it’s been four years. And it will be five before we get married. It doesn’t seem like that long but it also seems like lifetimes. I can’t imagine how I used to live before dating him. Part of that was I was so young and now I’ve matured and part of that is I like my life with him so I don’t pine for my past.
I could go one and say all the mushy things about how much I love him and how happy I am I get to marry him and all that. But he knows.
So I’ll just say that I’m happy it’s been four years. I’m excited for the things to come.