Last Wednesday, I entered the kitchen around 5:30 a.m. to make my morning cup of coffee, when my husband leaned over, kissed my cheek and whispered “Happy Anniversary Darling”. I checked the calendar. It was still August. “But it’s not our anniversary,” I protested. He gave me a knowing smile and replied, “I know. I just wanted to be the first one to say it this year.” He told me “Happy Anniversary” every day since then until we celebrated our actual anniversary on the 5th. And you know what? He told me again this morning.