It's the Little Things

On our anniverary last Ictober, finally in bed after a marathon day, I gave my husband, T., a card-the one my mother had just sent cheering on our union, hurriedly revised by me in red pencil to read as if it were intended just for him. As if I'd actually had the time and foresight to but a pretty card myself and fill it with observations on the magnificence of our marriage seven years in. Ha!