For the second time in a week, Hubby has forgotten our anniversary.
Today is the 9th anniversary of us moving in together for the first time. Last Thursday was the 5th anniversary of a positive pregnancy test when I was expecting Little Man.
I know. I can't believe he forgot them either.
But, being the amazing wife that I am, I have decided to forgive him.
Instead of tears and recriminations, I'll gently remind him tonight at home as we prepare our dinner. He won't say much, he's that stoic sort of man. But he'll give me a tender kiss on the cheek, and a gentle hug, and I'll hear the words he simply doesn't need to say out loud:
"Oh my darling wife, we'll get you the best help money can buy..."
