Two years ago, I woke up with the sun shining through the window with a smile on my face as I thought to myself, "I'm getting married today."
This morning, I woke up to the sound of Eva shrieking like a devil-child and thought to myself, "Happy anniversary, my rear."
Two years ago, I took meticulous care putting on my make-up and doing my hair to look just perfect for the pictures. My heart pounded with excitement and I didn't even make time to eat breakfast. My sister handed me a piece of bread as I ran out to the car with Andrew to head to the temple.
This morning, I didn't shower or bother to get ready at all. I ate a bowl of cereal and took my prenatal vitamin and thought, "I really wish it wasn't our anniversary today. Today is not a special day at all."
Two years ago, I walked out of the temple, sealed to the love of my life, with hapiness overflowing from me. We ate lunch at the Provo Country Club for our wedding luncheon and then headed to the Armstrong Mansion for our wedding night.
Today, I walked with Andrew to the pool, all lathered up with sunscreen and anxiously awaiting the feel of the cool water on my hot, sweaty skin, only to get there and find that the pool was closed for the day. I didn't eat lunch, and my mood only soured at this turn of events.
Two years ago, I spent a romantic afternoon with Andrew and then went to dinner at "The Roof" at the top of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. We were so thrilled to be together and to finally be married. The food was delicious, the atmosphere was perfect.
Today, I spent the afternoon on the computer while Andrew watched Jeopardy on television waiting for Eva to wake up from her nap so we could go do something. I finally showered, but I didn't do my hair or put on makeup. When she finally woke up, it was too late to drive to Lawton for dinner as we had planned. So we headed to Applebee's. I put on my new shirt and some mascara, and off we went. The food was pretty good, the service was terrible, the atmosphere was crowded and very Oklahoma-ish.
Two years ago, back in our romantic hotel room, we drank sparkling cider from wine glasses took a bubble bath.
Tonight, we finished off the evening with a trip to Walmart, where Eva was inevitably difficult, and a stop at Sonic to get dessert. Now, back home again, Andrew is putting Eva to bed as I record the events of this day that we have dubbed "An Anniversary to Forget."
There is a reason that my wedding day was the happiest day of my life. It's so that on anniversaries that are less than romantic, I still have the memories of that day to rely on. And I still have a wonderful marriage to the love of my life. Even if everyday isn't perfect. Happy anniversary, Andrew. I love you a million.