Yesterday was my 30th anniversary. Yes, I have been married to the same man for 30 years. Staggering when I think about it. In complete role reversals, I didn’t even realize it was yesterday until I got to work and glanced at the calendar. I knew it was the 29th but I so easily loose track of the days. Because my husband is working afternoons these days we went out for dinner Sunday night instead. He was the one that had to remind me – I was thinking next weekend. In fact, I couldn’t even remember how many years we had been married. Embarrassing, that. I didn’t dare ask, because as I said, in some ways our roles are reversed. I think he would have been quite ticked at me if I confessed I really had no idea how many years we had been married. So I just went along with him and agreed on 30. He also has a better memory of the actual wedding day. Two things only really stand out for me. My parents who lived an hour away were two hours late. To this day I can still vividly recall sitting in the bathtub crying my eyes out convinced they were in some horrible accident on the highway. I even remember calling highway patrol trying to find out if any had been reported. The second incident was a bit funnier. We got married many, years ago, back in the days of David Bowie, Elton John and platform shoes for men. My husband bought himself a pair of those platform shoes only days before the wedding. I don’t think he had time to factor in height readjustment. It was a very, very small wedding and the church we got married in was this tiny little half sized church. Which meant half sized doors. I can still hear the thump and picture everyone wincing when he forgot to duck going in. He asked me at dinner last night what I remembered about the day we got married. I don’t think he was all that amused when I brought those two incidents up. As that was pretty much all I remembered, I had to do the “so what are you’re memories of that day” routine.
When I think back to that time, the thing that strikes me the most is how bloody young we were. I had just turned 21 two weeks before that (yes, yes if you do that math, my secret is out). He was a year older. Not that anyone will ever ask but if%2