This post is in honour of my father's twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. I couldn't be there in person this year, but I was there in spirit. And as one of those solemn and awkward blonde kids, I hope this story will give you some insight into how much that day meant to me, as well as to you both. Herb and Ailsa swam towards their summer cove, for what seemed to Herb like the thousandth time. The morning sky was a pale grey as Herb idly broached the surface, taking a quick breath before returning to his spouse. "I still think we should have stayed home. The water isn't any warmer here." "Yes, Dear", Ailsa said, almost automatically. "And you know, Hank was going to take us out to visit that new wreck he found. I wanted to see that..." "I know Dear. It will still be there when we return, I'm sure" Herb opened his beak as if he was about to speak, and then thought the better of it. They swam on together in silence. The summer cove ha...