Today is mine and my Better Half's anniversary. Not our wedding anniversary but something much, much more important. The anniversary our first date. Some people might not get why that is so important. After all a wedding is supposed to be the happiest and most important day of your life. The day you declare undying love for the man or woman in your life before the world. A first date is just a date. Not nearly as expensive and with far less serious consequences should it go wrong.
At least that is how it seems at the time. Only in retrospect do you get to realize how important that first date was. That is because you screw up on date one you may never get to two, three, four or whatever. That includes the wedding. Thing is that is not what you are thinking at the time. At least not in most cases. If the first date doesn't work out and she doesn't call you back or respond to your calls then it is only a first date. Nothing serious, plenty more fish in the sea and the rest of the cliches.
Yet when I look back to the first date with my Better Half it seems unimaginable that everything that followed might not have happened if things had gone a little differently. No second date would mean none of the love and happiness that followed it. No living together, no joy from just being with each other, no marriage and no daughter. My wedding day was great, loved the experience, cried a little and was so proud and happy to be marrying my Better Half. But we wouldn't have had that without that first date.
That is why we celebrate it, give each other cards, exchange small gifts and generally just put that extra little bit of effort into the day. Because we know what we have we each other and we never, ever want to take it for granted.
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