Happy forty-fifth anniversary.
I was late in meeting a friend at the coffee house down the street. When I sat at the table, she leaned close to me and said, “See the couple over there at that table for two. I heard the barista wishing them a happy forty-fifth anniversary. They sat down and haven’t said a word to each other since. Could you imagine not having anything to say after so many years?”
I spotted their fingers intertwined. The man’s thumb caressed the lady’s knuckles.
I said, “I hope we are that lucky too.”