What a Difference a Day Makes

January 14, 1996. Our wedding day…

Well, not exactly.

See, when we got engaged on 23 December 1994, PC and I immediately set about to select a date for our impending nuptials. Given that I was studying in Jerusalem at the time, any wedding would need to wait until I returned at the end of May. Our rabbi (BossGiraffe) didn’t have any availability until August, but my best friend was getting married in August and it made sense to look for another time. Then the fall chagim. Given that I was in school, term break made the most sense.

Looking at the shul calendar, we noticed that the (then) cantor’s youngest daughter was becoming Bat Mitzvah on Saturday, 13 January. “How wonderful,” we thought. The rabbi’s family and the cantor’s family could rejoice together. A wonderful plan. And the date was set.

For one day.

Because the next day, I had second thoughts. Would I, as a thirteen-year-old, have wanted to share the spotlight with a bride?

So, we moved the date back one week and planned to meet under the chuppah on 7 January 1996.

Except….that January 14 somehow lodged itself into PC’s memory bank. Though the 14th was our projected wedding date for less than twenty-four hours, it has remained with us all of these years. Every time, and I am not exaggerating, every time that PC is asked to recall the date of our anniversary, he asks “is it the 14th?”

Well, my love, this year let’s do it your way. Since you are out-of-town until the 14th, let’s move our anniversary up a week. We’ll celebrate fifteen years of kiddushin next week.

So for now, I wish you a very happy un-versary.
Til next week…