Exactly one year from today I will be getting married. I suppose it’s a leap year, as this year Oct. 25 falls on a Thursday and next year it’s a Saturday. Is that a good omen? Who’s to say?
Here’s a good omen: I had not realized that the one-year-out mark was approaching. My fiancé did. He asked me on Monday night if I had any plans for Thursday. I did, but they could be re-arranged if necessary. Why? I asked. “Because it’s our negative-one year anniversary and I thought I’d take you to dinner.” Knock me over with a feather. Then last night he tells me that he made reservations for a terribly romantic restaurant in Dupont.
I do. I do. I do.