Today is the 1-year anniversary of Mr. P and mine’s civil marriage ceremony, aka Wedding #1. At first we were unsure if we should commemorate this day since all that happened is a Justice of the Peace came to our house, said a few profound things in our living room, and then signed our marriage license. It feels more natural to celebrate Wedding #2 on September 20, the day of our church ceremony and reception.
Then we decided that our marriage certainly has enough ardor to warrant 2 anniversaries per year (at least, for the first year it does.) We’re divvying up the days so we’ll each be responsible for planning an anniversary. Hereupon, Mr. P will take charge of January 23’s festivities, because 1-23 is so catchy that he’ll have no problem remembering the day as the years go by. I’ll do 9-20, a date that the wedding planning had already etched permanently in my consciousness.
Did you know today is widely acknowledged to be the most depressing day of the year (although some sources claim 1-24 is actually more bleak)? I’m glad that I have an anniversary to help assuage the melancholy… unless, of course, Mr. P should ever forget…
