Earlier today, as I messing around with this blog’s theme for the gazillionth times, I checked my Facebook Memories and I found a picture from 9 years ago — my high school teacher with me, standing side by side, and with a caption of my teacher with me as her student.
Something on my mind started to fizzle. It felt like there’s something important that supposed to happen today but I couldn’t figure out what. I looked at the picture again.
Then something clicked. Damn. Damndamndamn.
My husband was in a hospital for his kidney check-up (he got a minor case of kidney stone and he visited the doctor after 2-weeks in-home treatment). I rang him up.
“Hi, where are you?”
“Uh, still at the hospital. Why?“
“Yeah. So, I just remembered something—“
“YEAH, ME TOO.”
“HAPPY ANNIVERSARY LOL.”
”I already set a reminder on my phone yesterday but I guess I missed it lol.”
Happy marriage anniversary, dear. 9 years and counting. And look! We made two mini-us!