Today is very bittersweet. It’s our wedding anniversary.

Jim is a very traditional guy. He never forgets a birthday or anniversary. He’s usually the fellow who has a celebration plan weeks in advance. Last year, even in the thick of the pandemic, he made sure we celebrated.

This year, his ability to connect day and dates is gone. So, I chose not to remind him of our upcoming anniversary. It would stress him out knowing that he couldn’t drive himself to the store to get me a card and gift. Last year, I drove him to the store and waited in the car. This year, he’s no longer confident about using his debit card. For the past 3 weeks, he’s just passed it to me when it’s time to pay.

Ironically, he remembers the PIN code, he has no problem telling me what it is, out loud, in the lineup. Thank God for social distancing which lessens the chance of someone overhearing.

Happily, even without remembering our anniversary, Jim made my day.

I was downstairs, doing my morning walk/pacing when he came downstairs, dancing and snapping his fingers while he sang me a verse of  Tutti-Frutti by Little Richard. I gave him a big hug before he left to go get the paper.

Happy Anniversary to me after all.