I Have Missed Some Important Dates, And Am Sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                           It is said in all marriages a time comes when an anniversary is forgotten.  I thought it would never happen this year, but it did.  About ten days later, I realized I had missed May 8, which is the anniversary of when David and I first met.  We always celebrate it.  This year, with shows and doctor appointments it just slipped by.  I am so ashamed.  Now, I suppose one might say we could celebrate it any time, but I am one of those people who like to address the occasion on the actual day.  Will we celebrate the occasion?  I am sure at some point we will do so, but for now, I cannot believe I forgot such an important event in my life.  A life changer in the best, most positive, way.

                              Now, the other date I missed has religious connotations.  That was May 13, which was the 109th anniversary of the apparition of Our Lady Of Fatima to Franciso, Jacinta, and Lucia.  All of whom were first cousins, by the way.  Jacinta, the holiest child at Fatima, must be hauling down lightning bolts at me. not just  for my promiscuous. profligate past life, but for forgetting this date; the only time I have done so.

                                Is it age?  Or was May such a taxing month?  A lot happened in it, and continues to, but I think it was more from coming off the difficulty of April, which has been the case since the late Seventies.  Life changed for me shortly after my college graduation, but in ways I could not have anticipated and that had so many negative impacts upon me.

                               Like Scarlett O' Hara, I managed to survive.  Now that I am in my seventies, perhaps I still get emotionally overwhelmed around this time of year.

                                What's important is David knows I love him, and he me; in fact, several weeks ago, when my friend Angie was in town, we dined at what used to be the place David and I met.  Back in 2010--sixteen years ago!!!!!!!!!!!--it was called the Riviera Cafe; now it is Little Ruby Cafe.  Angie and I had not seen each other in at least seven years--she has been living in Alaska for the past 18-- so maybe, in a way, that was our premature celebration.  The occasion was certainly celebratory.

                                    Still, in a way, I wanted to remember these dates and celebrate them with my readers.

                                     Be good to your spouses, darlings, and may Heaven forgive me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!