I came home in a flurry and as soon as I saw Larry, I said, "Happy Anniversary!" He got that same, "Oh, sh*t" look on his face. "I'm sorry," he said, and he really meant it. But we both forgot.
Eight years ago, we stood under this mounted buffalo head in Spearfish, South Dakota, and got married. We smoked cigars late that night, and the next day we went hiking.
That was one mortgage and two kids ago.