Anniversary curse

I've always loved that we got married in June.  A June wedding just seems right.  And the fact that we tied the knot at the end of the month rather than the beginning has worked out well since having a kid in school.  The last six weeks of the schoolyear = pure madness, so thankfully all that hooplah has settled down by the time we attempt to celebrate.

As much as I have and do love June 28th as a wedding anniversary, however, this year has me doubting its magic a bit.  In fact, I'm starting to wonder if it's a little cursed instead.  When we realized we'd be gathering with Stephen's family on our anniversary weekend this year, we had to laugh because something similar happened three years ago when three big family events collided on that date.

If you look at the photos from three years ago, you notice that Eli is being held by someone rather than standing up on his own.  Our then two-year-old had some serious burns on his feet from the day before.  He'd run outside and up the back stairs to Lizzy's house in ninety-something degree weather withOUT putting shoes on first and ended up with second-degree burns that didn't allow him to walk for a week.  As we remembered that ER visit from '09, we all said, "Well, at least no one is in the hospital this year!"

Never.  Never.  Never think thoughts like that.  Or say them outloud.  Fate does not like to be tempted.  The Geddes family has now had three hospital visits since those words were uttered last week, only one of which was scheduled.  It all started with Mr. Brittle Bones himself, Benito, who while playing at the park decided to jump off a ten-foot rock "just to see if he could do it."  Seriously?  He fell back on his left wrist and gave himself a closed or buckle fracture that of course required a cast. 

Did I mention this was June 27th, the day before we headed off to the funeral, the same exact date that Mr. Eli burned his feet three years ago?  Eerie coincidence, but we all figured that would be the end of our bad luck.  Not quite.  Stephen's parents arrived home to some major plumbing/sewage problems, our youngest nephew had surgery the next day, and not twenty-four hours later Stephen's sister had to have her appendix removed. 

Good grief, people.  What is going on?  We're really hoping our anniversary isn't as cursed as it seems to be, but weeks like this past one definitely make us wonder.