Today is the anniversary of Henry VIII and Anne of Cleves (1540). Their marriage lasted six months.
It is also the anniversary of George and Martha Washington (1759) and George and Barbara Bush (1945).
And after today, it will be the anniversary of a girl I taught in Sunday school when she was six or so. I will feel old during the ceremony, but I am content with my age. In trying to find a card for their gift, I had trouble finding one that wasn't sappy or silly or unimaginative or grandmotherish. I finally settled on one with a loose-lined ink drawing of a cake, and it reads "big cake, big hopes, big dreams, big day, congratulations."
I am imagining the kind of card one would give to Anne of Cleves--one with an illustration of the Fat Man, with the inside sentiment reading, "don't do it."