It had happened before. We are so lame. How can we forget these things?
So, on the 10th of April, when Beatrice turned 11 months old (and I wrote a post about it), Mr. C and I were also celebrating 4 years of marriage. Well, we were meant to celebrate, but we completely forgot about it.
Hmm. Part of me feels a bit guilty for not paying attention to these things. I mean, I can blame the busy life of a mother of two, blah-di-blah, but I think we forgot about the date in the last 3 years? But part of me doesn’t care that much, because we don’t usually celebrate dates in general and it doesn’t mean that we don’t care (about the people, the event). It’s just a date. Isn’t it?
We CANNOT forget the dates in 2015 though. 5 years of marriage in April and 10 years of “togetherness” in October. Big numbers require big celebrations. If we remember.