Last Sunday my wife Carrie and I celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary. You can read on her blog here and here details about our story, including the odd fact that I first met Carrie’s parents in Fairbanks, Alaska. Carrie and I were married at Bruton Parish Church in Williamsburg, Virginia. The then Bishop of Alaska, with his ponytail, was one of our guests, the retired Bishop of South Carolina officiated, and the present Bishop of Southern Virginia preached. Here’s my beautiful bride:
As we continue to march through time with the rest of humanity, there are other kinds of anniversaries too — graduation from college or high school, the beginning of a career or a profession, the death of a peer or a parent, the birth of a child or a grandchild, the memory of a terrible tragedy, milestones with centuries-old roots in history, etc. So write a haiku about anniversaries and consider sharing it with others in the comments. Just create one verse with five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line, and five syllables in the third line. Here’s mine:
Duke of Gloucester Street —
as we walked down it, married,
the tourists cheered us!
(Those counting an extra syllable in the first line should note that “Gloucester” is pronounced “Gloster.”)