Yes, she's stuck it out with me for a third of a century. I, on the other hand, have had an easy job of it. She declared that our tradition was an anniversary photo with her showing the number of years with her fingers.
I asked, "tradition"?
"Well," she said, "we did that last year."
"Ah. A tradition!"
I learn quickly, which is a part of the reason she's put up with me for 34 years. I don't know what will happen when we pass the 60-year mark.
That's an Oreo pie. Maybe that will become a tradition next year.