Anniversary

And now I actually have to figure out what I did wrong.

Not one phone call today while I was at work, not even a text message.

I came home expecting a hug, kiss and a pull on my tie to the bedroom but there was nothing.

The only thing that kissed me was the chilling AC and my hug was the silence in the house.

I put my shoes in the shoe compartment and hung my coat on the coat rack. I know how OCD Jessie is about these simple things but from what I’ve learned, marriage is sacrifice. It doesn’t hurt to just bend over and pick up the shoes and place them in the right spot.

I called her name the response was my own echo ringing through the house. Her bags were still at the door, heels on the carpet. Her scarf lay over the chair.

Now I started sweating, what have I done. Then it hit me, OUR 3 YEAR ANNIVERSARY! Today was July 10th!

I put my shoes on and darted to the door. I fumbled through the keys, looking for the car remote. Speeding to Publix was no easy feat. 4:00 traffic is the worst.

FLOWERS FOR SALE LAST DAY TODAY 06/10!

I picked beautiful flowers, chocolates, and a card. In the car, I wrote “thanks for staying strong with me, You’re my biggest joy. I love you!”

I zoomed back to the house; shirt stained with armpit sweat. I opened the doors, kicked my shoes, removed my tie and tiptoed to her room.

I stood at her door, desperately and quietly regaining my breath.

I opened the door.

“Hey baby, Happy An-“

I was interrupted by Jessie crying over the ultrasound photos of Jamie - our daughter we lost the year before.

I felt crushed for forgetting…

“Hey baby, I got you flowers”