spiral 11
Last night we were out with some friends, just doing what we always do. Nothing fancy, nothing planned. Just one of those nights that turns into another memory without you even realizing it while you’re in it.
Midnight came and went without either of us noticing.
At some point, someone walked up and said, “Wait… isn’t it y’all’s anniversary?”
We just kind of looked at each other for a second and then laughed.
“Well, I guess it is.”
No panic. No “oh my gosh we forgot.” No scrambling to make it into something bigger than it was. Just a moment. And honestly, it felt very us.
I think when you spend as much time together as we do, the traditional markers start to blur a little. Holidays, anniversaries, special occasions, they don’t carry the same weight they used to. Not because they don’t matter, but because everything else starts to matter just as much.
We don’t wait for a date on the calendar to celebrate each other.
Random Tuesday nights turn into date nights. Sometimes that means going out, sometimes it’s just us at home cooking together, slow dancing in the kitchen, music playing, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. Those are the moments that feel the most real anyway.
It’s not picture perfect or planned out. It’s not always documented. And clearly, it’s not always remembered on the “right” day.
But it’s consistent.
It’s choosing each other in the middle of normal life. In the chaos, in the routine, in the in between moments that don’t look like anything special from the outside.
So yeah, we forgot our anniversary.
But if you really think about it, maybe that just means we’re living it every day instead of saving it for one.






















































































