Layne and I were in the living room last night, in that few minutes in between me getting home from work and he having to leave for the lab, and we realized something.

Our anniversary was a few weeks ago. Like, in early September.

Usually, I can tell when our anniversary is because we'll be sitting around, and one of us will say, "Hey? When was it that we started dating again?".

Then, we'll mull over that a few moments, remember the night that we were walking by the river in Saskatoon and I mentioned how my grandpa had brought home a bunch of moose, and Layne said he'd love to cook a good moose roast, because he had some of his father's homemade wine and it would make a great wine gravy and he invited me over for dinner that Friday and it wasn't until that Thursday that I realized that being invited over to someone's place on a Friday and having them cook for me sounded suspiciously like a date.

It's not that we can't remember when our anniversary is because it was such an unimportant date or anything. (Quite the opposite, in fact) It's just that the things we would do to celebrate our anniversary are things that we do all the time - treat ourselves to a nice dinner, go for an evening walk by the river, and then cuddle up on the couch to watch some Top Chef. And that is a very good thing!

This week's a little crazy, but maybe next week we'll do something special. I vote for sushi - I hear there's a great place downtown.