Sarge and I sent a few overseas and faraway invitations on Saturday. We went across the street to the post office, with me actually praying that I wouldn’t drop them. We arrived safely at the post office and with each PAR AVION stamp applied; I dug my nails deeper into his shirt. This was not a metaphor for anything. Or a comment on the fact that we are suddenly more engaged now than before. I was just counting. Really hard.…
