"Three going on Eight, " I said to the waiter who asked if we were celebrating a special anniversary. He smiled, "Wow, and your are spending it together."
I cut a sly glance to my beloved across the table. He winked. This year, we celebrate three years of marriage-- apart. You see, our anniversary is tomorrow, 22 March. We celebrated on Friday, 7 march because he had orders to a training school.
For eight years, we have celebrated only one anniversary together, physically: last year. I don't mind. You see, I am one of the "academy girlfriends" who ran the gauntlet, triumphed, and dragged him to Vegas. When we eloped to the wedding capital of the world, we were geo-baching. He lived on Cape Cod; I lived in MD. We both flew into Phila, flew out to Vegas, flew back to Phila, said goodbye. I boarded a plane southbound, and he northbound.
It never bothered me. I cherish the time we do spend together. He always sends me cards and a special gift; and likewise for me. For us military significant others, anniversaries are milestones, but we can always celebrate them, er, well, when the government lets us, right?
So, to all those "lonely hearts" on your anniversary: Happy Anniversary. Semper Paratus.