Metal Meredith

Phil and I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary on January 11th. On Jan 10th, I went out with friends and at 10pm, realized that my anniversary was tomorrow. At 11pm, I arrived home to find wrapped presents on the kitchen counter. D’oh!

Phil, being the lovely woman I married, bought me a set of stacking mugs for my Senseo coffee maker (so we could feel all European and shit) and a new shower curtain from Crate and Barrel.

Then, the next morning, I got a lovely bouquet of Gerbera Daisies from Organic Bouquet. (Sadly, they lasted 24 hours before one by one, they started dying off. I contacted the company, which sent me not one, but two replacements. I highly recommend them!) Of course, I jetted off to Target and found some very cool gifts for him, including a bitchen Automoblox car and some desert bars.

It isn’t that we don’t love each other as much or that we don’t hold each other in as high of regard as we once did, we are just so darn busy with normal life. While we didn’t make a big deal of it, we didn’t go out and have a romantic dinner, etc, we still managed to honor what we have by just recognizing it. I like it better that way.

Oh, and when I called Phil at work after the flowers arrived, to ask him if he had done something wrong or needed to confess something, he just told me honestly that he had forgotten which holidays we buy for and which we don’t. He then proposed that I keep these gifts ‘in reserve’ for the next one he might forget.

No problem, dear, no problem.