"Hey, you know what's coming up?"
"Our anniversary. Seven years!"
"I was so going to guess that!"
It's even falling on a Friday this year. We should be going out, perhaps to a swanky downtown hotel for the weekend, to toast each other and
Lack of celebration aside, this morning we looked at each other and agreed that we're finally together because we really want to be together. This process kicked itself off a few years ago, but everything feels easier now. "We" fits us better, because we became a better fit.
Seven years ago, we went out for a very fancy dinner because it seemed required. Because we were getting married. We were supposed to do Something Special. I don't remember anything about that dinner except that Rob wore a chartreuse satin tie and I ended up with a cocktail that matched it. Rob wanted to buy me a wedding present, and I chose a pair of earrings. Silver with heart-shaped Helenite stones. Bright green synthetic gems to represent our glass relationship.
Tonight, there is no compulsory fanciness. In fact, I'll probably work out and then sit around smelling sweaty while Rob reads aloud (but not too loud—Westley is asleep in the next room) and the baby wiggles. Doing absolutely nothing—together—is the perfect evening.
We don't have to go anywhere special tonight. We're special here.