A week or so before we were married—about two years ago now—my sweetie bought me a card, to be given to me on some future occasion. I, of course, had no idea she had bought such a card. Turns out that occasion was today. The reason: no real reason—it just seemed like the right thing to do.
During lunch today, I ducked out and got her a card, to be given to her when I got home. The reason: no real reason—it just seemed like the right thing to do. (Of course, I told her I was celebrating the fact it was eight days after the 11th anniversary of the day we met—which would be February 18, 1993, in case you haven’t been keeping track.)
Not only that, it turns out the cards we gave each other today were almost identical.
It was just purely by coincidence that we both happened to think today was a good day to give each other these nearly identical cards.
Or maybe it wasn’t.