I had all but forgotten about it. Stricken from my calendar as a date never to remember. To pass in time without even a nod to it's previous meaning. Until I opened and read the handmade card wishing a Happy Anniversary.
With that simple phrase I am taken, whisked away like Scrooge on his midnight adventures with the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future. Touching down, silent, throughout my life's story. A mirror to the past. How has this one date come to be filled with so much?
The anniversary of what?
The day I was married, sealed to the man I loved. Hopeful of the life ahead of us.
The day my husband gave himself to me. Ironically, he had saved himself till marriage.
The day we discovered the child in my belly was a girl. Promise of new life.
The day I looked into his hollow eyes and felt the empty coldness in his heart and in my bed.
The day I thought I'd never survive.
The day I had all but forgotten till I read the handmade card wishing a Happy Anniversary.