Perfect number
Seven years ago today, Erica and I were married. We’re on our second city and fourth apartment together, and there’s nobody I’d rather have as a roommate.
This anniversary marks our last as “just” a couple (with cats as surrogate children, naturally), and our last—at least for a while—as city-dwellers. Some time in the next two months, we’ll be moving; and around the same time, a baby girl will move in with us!