We had an argument on the night of our anniversary. We couldn't agree on where to go after dinner. At odds, we decided to go home and just play with Jax. When he went to bed, so did we- facing separate walls and slow to fall asleep- upset about how the night could have gone better.
The next morning, McKay woke up before me and left for work. The house was quiet and I rolled over in bed to find a glass of orange juice, a plate of breakfast, and a note that read,
I made you breakfast this morning, but then realized you would
probably like to sleep more than wake up and eat. I want to tell you
I'm sorry...I just want you to know that I love you.
That is what I want to remember about our anniversary.
Two people. Imperfect. Trying. Really in love.
And that feeling I had when he came home for lunch that day.
Hope nothing ever changes.