Thursday, April 29, 2010

Twenty Years Ago Today

Butters (that's the husband) got home late tonight--almost 8:00--and I was getting the kids ready for bed. He stopped me in the hall and demanded to be kissed. I gave him a peck and shrank away--he smelled. Sweat, I think. He immediately insisted he required a 'real' kiss. So I held my breath and gave him one, thinking nothing of it other than the fact that he was really going to need a shower before going to bed.

Ten minutes later I heard him asking my son if he knew what happened twenty years ago today. He didn't (for reasons that will shortly become clear). So Butters asked me if I remembered. I considered a moment and said, "Our first date?" He said, "No, that was twenty years ago yesterday." This immediately baffled me and made me wonder if perhaps I had garbled memories of our first date. (Yikes!)

Five minutes later, I guessed again, "Our first kiss?" And that was the answer. Apparently, Butters didn't get around to kissing me until after midnight. I'm glad one of us remembers all these little sentimental details.

8 comments:

liz fenwick said...

That is truly impressive!

lx

Al said...

Now you can NEVER hassle him if he forgets an anniversary!

Elizabeth said...

Aww, now that is love...I'll kiss you even when you stink :)

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Wow. What a romantic man!

Caryn Caldwell said...

LOL! Good memory on his part.

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Angie and Brian said...

No more complaining about Butters! Never-ever! That was incredibly sweet and romantic.

Kelly said...

I mean really really sweet!