The Seven Year Itch

Kevin and I got married today. Seven years ago. What anniversary is this? I bet Lena and Lisa know.

To celebrate, I delivered babies most of the day. Kevin did some chores and stayed out late at tech rehearsal for Faust. I forgot to say Happy Anniversary as I walked out the door. But I did call from work. Kevin brought me a card and said, "It's OK, you can pick me up one on your way home." He also brought cupcakes! I did pick up a card on the way home. Kevin and I rarely buy a card more than one hour before we will be giving it to the other person. This is why our family members never receive cards on time.

Yesterday, Kevin looks me in the eyes with the sweetest expression and softly said, "I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I'm not trying to annoy you." I felt like a bad wife yesterday.

But this year Kevin gets the expensive anniversary present. A new SportKilt! Does that smooth things over? Probably not as much as expensive electronic crap, but it will have to do.

Happy anniversary Babe. You are, always and forever, the center of my life. I am grateful for you every day. And you are still a tiger in the sack. Grrrr.