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The other day during "Candy Hour," which is apparently a real thing at Jim's work (though I hope for the sake of our retirement fund that the hour part is slightly exaggerated), he mentioned that his anniversary was this weekend. The other candy fanciers present at the time were an older set, with kids in college or beyond. They asked him which anniversary it was, and he told them- six years since we got married. "Oh," they said, "You don't even really know each other yet!"

It's kind of exciting to think about how there is ever more getting-to-know left to do. And of course there is, because we are not the same people even from day to day. What will happen in your own life and my own life, and in the intersections of our lives, and how will those things change you, and change me? It remains to be seen. Wonder whether those even older marrieds feel like they've made it, whether they think now that they really know their husbands or wives. Hmm. I like what I know so far, Baby.

Sunday was our anniversary, and it was the same kind of gorgeous, crisp, sunny October day here and now that we had for the actual wedding six years ago, back in St. Paul. On that original sunny October day, though, we did not have two little hitchhikers along, soaking up the sun and our love and mental energy and just generally changing everything for everyone. We hit the park and the dim sum place, two activities that for me boost the festiveness of any day. No pictures of dim sum, but here's the park pair:




And here are the now no longer even remotely newlyweds, on the way out the door to Cafe Campagne for some French cuisine and the Showbox Theater for some English Beat. Woo hoo!