Rethinking Boston...
/The Married Life: Anniversaries
/Blair and I don't exchange gifts for birthdays, anniversary, or Christmas. We never have. It's not for a lack of love. It's just that, frankly, if I want a sweater or a bottle of perfume, I'll go out and buy it and likewise for him. We count the trips and vacations that we take as our "gift" to each other for the year.
We do exchange cards though. In fact, the first three years of our marriage, we gave each other the exact same card. The first time it happened, we laughed. The second time was like, "Wow, what are the chances?" And year 3, we were like, "C'mon... c'mon..."
An Ode to Blair
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I feel bad for Blair. This week is a fun one for me, with congratulations and accolades flowing in for my Boston qualifying time (that's not the part I feel bad about - keep 'em coming). But few people realize the behind-the-scenes dedication of family and friends that make such a run possible. These people receive no kudos, even though they should.
I'll start with my family.
