Highs in the 50s has the tree buds swelling and wild birds singing. We took advantage of the continued sun and warmth to give Michael his quarterly haircut.

I think he has been to an actual barber maybe once in the past 30 years...when he had an interview and I was in trial. Otherwise he insists that I really do much better than a barber. Humph. I think he just likes me.

Which is good, since I think he's pretty swell too.

A friend asked what we were going to do to celebrate our anniversary. I told her that Michael is an anti-romantic, and so we weren't doing anything "special." She initially thought that was unfortunate, until I explained that romantics make a big deal out of occasions, whereas anti-romantics make sure that every day is a reaffirmation of love. He gets me coffee every morning, we read the news together, discuss it, and exchange thoughts and kisses as we work throughout the day until it's night and I'm handing him his towel as he steps out of the shower. We plan gardens and excursions and building projects and maintenance tactics...not always together physically but close in purpose and intent. We hope to keep getting better at this marriage thing.