34 Years!

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.