Last year, my husband and I spent our anniversary apart. I was home getting ready to move my dad home with hospice. My husband was here, trying to keep the life of my son as "normal" as possible. My son had started a tradition of bringing us breakfast in bed on our anniversary (chocolate doughnuts), so I took some with me and called the boys that morning so we could have that breakfast in bed like always, even though I was several hours - and one time zone - away.
This year I was in town for our anniversary. It was nice to celebrate together. It was nice to recognize what we survived together over the last year. It was a day to SAVOR.