This year is my 17th with R. Every year before this I have celebrated our meeting (the second weekend in June), our first date (the last weekend in July), our first kiss (the second Sunday in August), our getting engaged (the first Saturday in September, really Sept. 4), and ….
This year I didn’t celebrate any of those. What does this mean?
Does it mean I am getting old?
That is certainly a possibility.
Does it mean I used to be unsure of our relationship but now I am? Does it mean I used to have more time to celebrate small milestones and now I don’t? Does it mean I don’t care anymore?
I don’t really think it means much, except maybe I’m too busy. Or that my medicine’s efficacy is lessening. But I don’t think it’s anything else.
I love you, R.