Typically, I hear stories from women about how their husbands forgot their anniversary or maybe a birthday or something along those lines. Two years ago, my husband sent me on a treasure hunt. I had to go to a friends house and dig, I had to ask the paint lady at OSH for a clue, and we ended the evening at one of our favorite restaurants. I can’t remember exactly what I got (my memory is awful!) but it was some sort of ‘camera stuff’. Last year, I remember during the middle of the week thinking we hadn’t spent much time without the kids. So I arranged to have a babysitter. We went to a matinee and out to dinner. Well, both of these days were my anniversary and NO! I didn’t realize it until it was too late. The first time I felt foolish because my husband went to so much effort. Last year I felt just as bad because I forgot two years in a row! Now, we come to last week. What do you think, did I remember? Surprise I did. So you would think that I would try to make up for the last two years, right? Well, I had to keep things simple since we have a little baby that is refusing to take a bottle and I am housebound with a boot on my leg. There is always next year and many more to come. In the meantime, here are the flowers he brought home.