Yesterday was my wife Nina’s and my twelfth wedding anniversary. Nowadays, it seems like spending twelve years married to the same person without committing a homicide is fairly rare, and considering some of the problems we’ve had to work through over that time (internal and external), we do rather feel we’ve beaten the odds. So it’s kind of a big deal, certainly worthy of a celebration.
And what did we do yesterday to commemorate such a momentous occasion? Well … pretty much nothing.