I’m terrible about remembering important dates.
One month after getting married, guess who forgot his new bride’s birthday? Yep.
One year ago today, on May 17th 2008, I rose from my bed and walked to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and noticed something new. In numbers far too many to ignore were distinctly white stubble on my chin. I thought to myself, “It’s May 17th. This will forever be the day I got white stubble on my chin.”
For some reason known to no one, THAT date stuck.