I’m not really one for remembering important anniversaries and dates. When people ask Ellen’s birthday, I still give them mine (selfish much?). I have no idea when Mike and I had our first kiss (although I do remember it was while slaving over a hot quesadilla maker…). And, I usually can’t remember how old I am.
But, today. Today I remember. Today is the day Mike proposed to me (how many years ago?). And why do I remember? Because it was Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Best MLK Day ever, I would say.
Happy Anniversary of some sort, Mike.