Occupy Big Days!

We got married on my birthday. People assume this is so I would remember the anniversary, But a great deal of my life, I have forgotten my own birthday. In fact, I woke up the day after my 19th birthday realizing I had missed it... and so had everyone else. I didn't say anything to mu housemates. A few weeks later, around someone else's birthday, David asked, "Don't you have a birthday coming up, Miles?"

"Nope."

"But I thought, wait! We didn't miss it!"

"Don't worry about it."

"Oh, no! I'm sorry!"

(I think I did a great job of acting; I had them convinced I was feeling hurt but trying not to show it. But only for a minute, or it would have simply been cruel. I laughed and told them I'd forgotten, too.)

One friend remembered (Hi, Helen, wherever you are!), but she was in the middle of Nowhere, NY, hitchhiking, without a phone nearby (well before cell phones existed). Even my parents forgot. I had a lot of fun with that.

At any rate, Sharon picked my birthday because it seemed romantic. She has often wished she hadn't (her exact words are usually, "What was I thinking?") but she's still the best birthday present ever.

I usually remember our anniversary, but it helps that she asks what I want for my birthday. 8^)