My parents have been together since they were thirteen.
I have proof of this.
Every year, like clockwork, I forget their anniversary. I am not that horrible of a child, I promise you.
I blame the end of August. The end of August is terrible.
So Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad! Mom, please tell me you kept those bridesmaid dresses. Rooowrl.
Aren’t you impressed I remembered? (PS Thanks for calling me yesterday to remind me, Mom. And for the classic “I don’t care if you remember to call or not but your father will care so please call.” I am almost 27 years old and yet things like this are still completely necessary.)