We took Mom Camp out to dinner that Saturday night. As we sat there waiting for our food, Roland looked at me and said, "Happy Anniversary."
I'm not proud that I forgot it, but I am proud that my marriage is strong enough to survive forgotten anniversaries.
Roland and I have grown closer over the years, but our relationship still feels very much like it did in this poem I wrote to Roland three months before we got married:
For many years I walked along,
Rich in the love of friends and family,
But never feeling love for a lover.
Then I met you, and gradually
I knew that kind of love;
Not as a raging sea that tears at my soul,
But as a quiet, gentle warmth,
And a smile that appears upon my face
When I think of you,
And a comfortable feeling whenever we're together;
And now I know,
I love you.
Happy belated anniversary, Roland.
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