Silver

I realized this afternoon that today would have been my 25th wedding anniversary. That I realized only this afternoon is telling. My parents, for example, marked the event with a party (a surprise, actually, organized by my brother and sister; I was already in Italy and had to miss it). And I imagine that's what most people wish for: the silver anniversary.

I can't say I miss celebrating the anniversary, really, but I do miss the concept: a quarter of a century with someone, day after day. For the time being, I'm celebrating the months with someone I love profoundly. Whether we'll be lucky enough to celebrate our silver is a story still unfolding, but we've already had 25 nights, 25 fortnights, 25 weeks.

To you, my love.