One year ago we went off and got mallied in DC. Yes, Mallied. Sheeesh. (I am 99.99% I've used that line before.)
It seems odd saying we are celebrating a one year anniversary (or 5.07 in Kardashian years), when we are pushing three decades together. I think I've said before it was hard enough celebrating one anniversary, but now we have a second date to consider.
Even the first date was tough. First date? First time you move in together? Final time you moved in together (yes, there was more than one time)? If not a marriage date - how do gay couples truly pick "the" date they are together? Married couples don't really celebrate their first date and call it their "anniversary", do they?
I know none of my four sisters do. And I don't know anyone else who does. They'd be hard-pressed to know the date of their first time out together. Yet that is the date Denton and I have inscribed on our rings - which we got years before we had the opportunity to get married.
I know none of my sisters had as good of a best man / matron of honor / honor attendant as we did, that's for shore. Yes, I spelled it that way! Whatta gonna do?
So, we made it to year one and we're still together. Maybe these crazy kids can make a go of it and beat all odds. Only time will tell.
Song by: John Hiatt