Yesterday was our seventh wedding anniversary. We both nearly forgot about it - I guess we have had other things distracting us (namely, Henry). According to traditional sources, we are supposed to give each other copper gifts for year seven. However, seeing as how we barely even remembered our anniversary, we definitely did not exchange gifts. We have our own living, screaming, and wiggling gift this year.
Happy lucky number seven, John -- we've definitely been lucky this year!