Today marks our 34th anniversary. Nothing special, not silver or gold anyway. The closest to it is 35 which is marked by coral, and the state of coral world wide is none too good. So I suppose we have to sandwich something in for the occasion of a 34th anniversary. Sandwich, that might be it. We will go out for a sandwich. Not a cool idea.
The 34th is a remarkable moment, if you think about it. If doubled it is 68, and if we are prudent in our choices and judgments, we may just make that. But there is, you might know, nothing to mark that occasion either. Its these odd years that seem to count for nothing in the world of marital bliss and domestic tranquility. Maybe those of us who enjoy these silent celebrations do so reinforcing our relationships in ways that help us make it to the big ones, the ruby (40th), and the sapphire (45th) and the golden, it goes without saying.