Considering the state of the world, there’s not much to be joyful about these days. But when the man you have loved for fifty-five years turns ninety, and old and new friends come to honor him on a March Sunday afternoon, life is good.

To get Peter to agree to be the center of attention was a miracle. We got a chance to celebrate that we are alive and well. That so many friends came for a piece of cake and some Prosecco and  to tell him how he enriched their lives was gratifying.

The day after the party, Peter had three doctors’ appointments…