Tom had been married for six years, and for the first time ever, he remembered their anniversary without needing a calendar reminder or a last-minute text from his mom.
He woke up early, made pancakes (slightly burnt, but heartfelt), brewed fresh coffee, and even picked out the fancy mugs they only used “when someone dies or gets engaged.”
His wife walked in, looked at the spread, and smiled.
Tom puffed up with pride. “Happy Anniversary!”
She paused. “Tom…”
He grinned. “I beat the reminder. I’m evolving.”
She blinked slowly. “Our anniversary is next week.”
Silence.
Tom stared at the pancakes like they had betrayed him. “So… this is just a very intense Friday?”
She took a sip of coffee. “Apparently.”
Tom looked around. “Want to pretend I nailed it and just do this again next week?”
She shrugged. “Only if next week’s pancakes come without fire alarms.”