Oops
Sylvie was born yesterday, and around ten this morning Mikal was looking at his calendar, looked up at me, and said, “Happy Anniversary!” In a sign of how our lives have already been taken a back seat to our daughter, we both forgot our fifth wedding anniversary. Of course you couldn’t ask for a better present. I’m just thankful she wasn’t born exactly on our anniversary. In fact this arrangement works out pretty well: when she’s a toddler and complains when we leave her at home with a babysitter so we can go out on our anniversary, we can just point out that the day before was her special day and today is her daddies’ special day. Except we won’t get a big pink cake with Barbie on it.
