This year has been a year for anniversaries. Strictly speaking, every year is a year for anniversaries, but what I mean is that this year has had some big important anniversaries.
Swept up by nostalgia, my wife and I opened our wedding time capsule, which is a large hard-bound folder filled with memorabilia from our nuptials: well-wishes, government papers, our homework from the marriage counsellor, and even my Myers-Briggs profile (INTP). There were also a few dozen lovely greeting cards.
One was from our friend Earl, who sent us a very pretty card. I'm quite certain he does not remember it today. Inside, he, the professional writer using splendid economy of prose, signed the perfect inscription for any newlyweds: