Yesterday we celebrated my parents’ 40th wedding anniversary. My husband and daughter and my sister and her husband and I hung out with them on their porch, went out to my mom’s favorite Italian restaurant, played Taboo, ate strawberry shortcake, and took pictures. We gave them a book that we made (designed by my friend Annie) by soliciting stories and congratulatory wishes from my parents’ friends since childhood and various family members. We managed to keep a surprise, which was a real achievement. They were very excited about the book, which included some really funny stories I’d never heard before and some poignant essays by some of their best friends. My parents give me an excellent example of how to make a marriage good. Thanks, guys.