Today was my twelfth anniversary. It was probably my poorest anniversary showing yet, but I'm not worried. Spent the day at a 7-year-old's birthday party. (A proper child's birthday party, which means it included alcohol for the parents.) Came home and had to do homework and she had to sleep. We knew coming into today that we wouldn't have much chance to celebrate. But by this point a disappointing anniversary doesn't mean much compared to the relationship we have. Such is life.
