Happy Anniversary(ies)

Working on a boat six months out of the year it is inevitable that you are going to miss some things. 

Soccer games, birthdays, your daughter having an appendectomy, and your anniversary, to name just a few. 

This year, I’m actually going to be home for our anniversary. 

This year, I’m also going to be at work for our anniversary. 

Confused yet? 

Thirteen years ago, the most wonderful woman in the world (not you, Mom), decided it would be a wise decision (up for debate) to say, “Yes”. 

It was a beautiful wedding. The weather was unseasonably warm. We were surrounded by all of our friends and family. The food was fantastic (which included one random order of Cornish Game Hen for my brother, who is just as sarcastic as the rest of the family).  It was a perfect day.

Except we never got married.

Wait? What?

Yup. We never got married.

Apparently, you need to fill out and sign a Wedding License a few days before the actual ceremony. Who knew? Something our Wedding Planner, who we had paid a handsome sum of money to, forgot to mention.  Neither of us had done this before, how were we suppose to know? That is what a Wedding Planner is for!

So we went on our honeymoon. Tried this whole “married” thing out. And when we got home we went and got our Wedding License. So technically, we have TWO anniversaries. 

So when you work on a boat for two weeks at a time, and your anniversaries are more than two weeks apart, you should be home for at least one of them.

So what initially was a HUGE oversight, turns out to work quite nicely.

Genius?

I think so.

So, a Happy Anniversary to my wonderful wife! 

Kind of.

Sort of.

Almost.