The Slow-Cooked Sentence


Rachael Conlin Levy

I am blind to the tattoo on my wrist, to my shadow’s absenteeism, to the erasure of blue sky. Familiarity breeds forgetfulness. But not yesterday.

“Happy anniversary. I didn’t get you anything,” he said, and gave me a cup of coffee.

“Neither did I,” I said, and gave him a smile in return.

An annual exchange, now, for eighteen years.

8 responses to “Currency”

  1. Andrea says:

    Ah, sweet. At least he remembered. My husband (and I) forgot all about it last year. Happy 18 years and counting!

  2. Christina says:

    Happy Anniversary!!

  3. anno says:

    My husband and I had a very similar exchange yesterday as well — our 25th. Just the way we like to keep it.

    Happy anniversary, and many more!

  4. He knows how to make you smile. This is key.

  5. kyndale says:

    Great picture of the two of you. ♥

    Happy Anniversary!

  6. Rachael says:

    Thanks everyone. Here’s wishin’ love and happiness back atcha!

  7. Beth says:

    Happy anniversary, Rachael. He took you to Paris- now that’s something. But I’d have to agree with Denise: the key is that smile he still brings to your face after all those years.

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