For someone as obsessed with dates as I am, August 30 was a horrible day to get married.
I recognize the day Paul and I had our first date, the day we got engaged and, of course, the day of our wedding. Don't get me wrong- we don't really celebrate any of them. We usually go out to eat for our anniversary, but we haven't exchanged presents since our first one.
But I can never celebrate our half-anniversary (you know, like a half-birthday), even if I wanted to. By my count, Aug. 30 is one of only six days that doesn't have a "half." So Leap Day is as close as I come, every four years.
So today is 4 1/2 years (minus one day).