It’s the night before my second wedding anniversary. Stef had class all weekend so the only real time we’ve had to be together and be romantic was tonight when we went over to my parents’ house for dinner and this evening when we came home. We might go out to dinner tomorrow night, but only if Stef is feeling up to it after work. It will be a “come-and-go” anniversary but it will still be special.
I think it’s appropriate that I didn’t finally get around to writing about the events of February 1998 (the month Stef and I started dating) until today. I had spent the early part of the day sorting through my comics, looking for stuff I was willing to sell. I spent the middle portion of the day watching more of the NFL Draft and then watching the Boston Celtics kill the Indiana Pacers in Game 4 of their series. In the final hours of the afternoon though, just before Stef came home, I sat down to write some entries for my lifelong journal here on this site.
It didn’t hurt that I was in a somewhat romantic and longing mood, having been away from my wife for the balance of the weekend. When I wrote those entries, the story of how we got together, it felt very fulfilling. I’ve tried to tell that story numerous times on this page, but never succeeded. I think I finally did.
And so I end the weekend with more things crossed off my to-do list than I had expected. I end the weekend feeling like I accomplished a great deal. I may not have gotten enough relaxation (Do I ever?) but I’m not going to let that get me down. It’s back to work tomorrow, but it’ll be alright. It’ll be a good day.
It’ll be my anniversary after all.