The Day We Both Forgot

June third, we had something to do. Our calendar has been a bit of a mess and we are juggling a number of projects. Juggling is good as long as nothing hits the floor. Our day started early, water leak and all. Something important loomed, Amaya's sixth month birthday, no that would be the sixth. We carried on with the day and finally simultaneously asked each other about what the heck was important today. Then it hit, it's our ninth wedding anniversary and we both plum forgot it. To be honest, I do not remember many of our anniversaries. I remember days and events by what we did together, what we experienced, how we laughed and cried, screamed and smiled. Days are days. Experiences are what defines them. So now, when we look back and even look forward we can always tell the story of the anniversary we both forgot and how it will be with us forever. It's funny because it's true.