9 years and counting
On my way to work this morning my phone rings.
Preston: Hey, Happy Anniversary.
Me: Ohh, yeah, you too. I meant to tell you this morning, but Maddox woke up and then I forgot.
Preston: <kids screaming in the background> Alright, later.
Then I called back 30 seconds later.
Me: You’re for real not getting me anything, right? No flowers, nothing. Right?
Preston: Nope, we already talked about this and I told you I wasn’t.
Me: Okay, well for real don’t get me anything.
Preston: You’ll be pleasantly disappointed then.
Me: Love you.
Preston: Love you, too.
The best 9th anniversary present was Preston remembering to tell me “happy anniversary” before I told him. Here’s to at least 51 more!
September 21, 2001