Tomorrow is September 11th. While the world looks back at that fateful day, 6 years ago, Suzanne and I will be marking the date for a completely different reason. September 11, 1993 was the day we were married. Over the past several years, we've struggled with how to deal with the fact that our "big day" falls on the same date as the worst attack this country has ever known. Should we celebrate? Or should we wait and do it on the 12th instead?
Usually, we're at the beach with her parents this time of year. We try to schedule our vacation so it falls on our anniversary. Even after the events of 2001, we've traditionally driven into town (in this case Morehead City and Beaufort, NC) and looked for interesting things to do. Like trying to find the latest location of the constantly relocating Atlantic Comics or drive by the now-closed Jungle Land. Lunch is usually at Clawson's in Beaufort. And Suzanne usually indulges me and takes me to the single used bookstore in the area.
For obvious reasons, this year will be different. For the first time since we were wed, there will be no September trip to the beach and we'll be spending this anniversary at work, probably working late. Hopefully, we'll get off work in time to go to dinner together but we both confessed tonight we hadn't even bothered to buy each other cards. We have every reason to be miserable tomorrow. But I'm not going to be. I'm going to enjoy the day as much as I possibly can. Because, even with everything going against us, the fact is I'm married to the sweetest, most selfless woman in the world.
So Happy Anniversary to us.