The private affair that was our wedding has lent itself to an equally private anniversary. Nobody was at the wedding, therefore nobody remembers the anniversary — but me. Like any other key date, the days leading up to the actual day are often harder than the day itself. Perhaps it is the anticipation. After the fall of 2009, I tend to expect the worse and hope for the best.
I caught myself planning for a bad day. I considered calling in sick and huddling under the covers for the majority of the day. It’s funny that I would think that I would need that. Those days are long gone — thank God.