Today would have been my eighth wedding anniversary.

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I’m fully aware it is St. Patrick’s Day but eight years ago it was the only day that week with a sunny forecast prediction.  It had nothing to do with the pints flowing at every local establishment.  I just wanted beautiful weather for the “happiest day of my lifeâ€.  I forgot to wish for both beautiful weather and a beautiful marriage though.  Ooops.  The little details really do matter. Sometimes they are not just minute details that can be overlooked without consequence.

So today as the city workers cleared up the snow from last night, I didn’t exchange a gift of bronze … I exchanged emails with my sister, website designer, an acquaintance and my mother – about spring cleaning, work and other dull things. Up until now, I don’t really like talking about it so I’m glad those that knew didn’t bring it up to me.

I remember when the divorce was officially finalized; it felt like part of me had died.  Now it’s a memory brought to the front of my mind every year only because it happens to fall on a well celebrated holiday here in Manhattan. If I was married on September 3<sup>rd</sup> or March 4<sup>th</sup>, I’d hardly ever think about it. I’m pretty sure of it.  Instead I’d just make sure I was perfecting the corned beef and cabbage lunch in the kitchen. After all, my maternal grandmother was born on the Emerald Isle.  lol

“Hearts and thoughts they fade… fade awayâ€ – Pearl Jam