Today is my wedding anniversary.
In those four years we have had two houses, a new town, another baby, a new car, a new job and me going to work part time, new friends and loads of memories.
My husband isn't really one to celebrate these kinds of things. Each year I have bought him a gift, and each year he has forgotten. So this year I decided I wouldn't worry about it, as clearly that isn't 'our thing'.
In gods typical punking me fashion, I woke up and went about my usual morning routine - walking/stumbling to the kettle in a foul mood and a face that says 'dont dare speak to me until I get caffeine'. When I got to the kettle however, there was a beautifully wrapped gift awaiting me.
My foul mood and set in stone morning routine meant that I couldn't yet a muster a smile so I waited until after coffee before ripping the paper off.
My husband was once terribly observant. He could tell me things that I didn't even realise about myself, could remind me of what I had in wardrobe already when I was out shopping so I could match old with new, his observations were remarkable.
But it appears he is slipping.
This morning I unwrapped a gorgeous (and I mean gorgeous) pair of earrings.
They are so gorgeous and I love them so much that I already own them!
While his observations may have slipped, at least he has my taste and style worked out!