As I wrote in March, our wedding anniversary was March 28. Guess who forgot? Yes, none other than my husband, Richard.
Before we were married and over the years, he and I have joked about our “marital contract” – the one written on the back of our marriage certificate, artfully negotiated the night before our wedding. The contract joke always came in handy, like when Richard stands in my way while I’m cooking, or when he forgets to turn off his closet light and close the door, or when he’s late to pick me up at the airport. On those not so rare occasions, I would threaten to review the contract to make substantial and punitive changes. Of course, he’s never had the opportunity to review those provisions that affect the wife’s parts of the contract, because I’m perfect in every way!