When I got home from the gym, he greeted me with a pair of silver earrings and a charming silver pin of a house along with a hug and a kiss. But I got him nothing. I forgot that it was our thirty-year anniversary. Frankly, I’m very embarrassed. I’m either dramatically changing the way I remember things or I am beginning the long slide into dementia. I so hope not the latter.
We had a great day despite my embarrassment, and a delightful dinner out. The delight didn’t mitigate the fact that I forgot this very important anniversary. Starting this morning, I will look at the appointment book first before anything else. Today it tells me I have school and a dental appointment at noon…for a broken crown.