Every anniversary, my husband tells the story of our first date and jokes that I barely remember anything about it. I always laugh and agree. The truth is I remember almost every detail: the shirt he wore, the cheap restaurant, the broken chair at the next table, and even the fact that he checked his wallet twice before ordering because he was worried about the bill.
I pretend to forget because he becomes ridiculously happy while telling the story. He adds tiny details every year, some of which definitely never happened, and I love watching him perform our own memory for me. We've been married 11 years. I could probably narrate that evening better than him, but I don't plan to.