Five Years and Counting
I am a very bad wife, I'll admit it. I completely forgot about our five-year anniversary until a couple of days ago. While writing down the day's date I thought "Goodness, our annivesary is in two days!". Then I forgot about it again in the midst of getting a rental car for tomorrow's trip to New Jersey and running last minute errands around Newport. I don't have a good excuse, I just plain forgot. Hans and I tend to be a little lax in the area of celebrating these things. I don't know why that is. It's not because either one of us is un-romantic. On the contrary, I think my husband is very romantic and anyone who knows me knows that I read way too much Laverle Spencer growing up. Actually, that sort of reading really didn't do me any good because it totally skewed my perception of what romance is. I'm only just starting to learn what real romance is: the husband who changes the dirty diaper I pretend not to smell! For five years of...