It’s my first annivorsary today.
Anniversary of divorce = annivorsary.
I knew it was coming up this month but had to look up the date. And I’m quite pleased about that. Clearly, I don’t have the exact date branded on my brain.
The way the wedding date is. The way the date of my brother’s death is.
It’s the strangest thing to see those dates on a calendar, a poster, an invitation, or a carton of milk. It’s like they don’t belong anywhere except in my emotion.
For the first annivorsary, I’ve baked another decadent chocolate cake with chocolate orange buttercream icing to mark the occasion because marking occasions is part of how I deal with them. Plus I like cake. I have no tears, just cake.
Next year, I hope I will only have a vague notion that the date is sometime in November.
And I won’t look it up.