We are planning a party. Not sure why, but Fee and I both had the same thought when our trip to Marrakech for a friend’s birthday party next weekend was canceled. We are using the excuse that our eleventh wedding anniversary is on the twenty-ninth, and that’s a good enough excuse for us. How is it possible that eleven years have passed? It seems like twenty-five. For Felicity, I mean. For me, but a moment. We are inviting seventy people. I hope we have room. Invites going out today. Part of me hopes that not everyone can make it.
