Last year, my husband and I celebrated our thirtieth wedding anniversary. For both of us, it came as something of a surprise. When we met, in our late twenties, we were rambunctious party-going, bar-tending writers, who argued into the wee hours about figurative art and traditional narrative. Neither of us had much of a plan for life, but if pressed, I doubt that either would have included thirty years of fidelity to one person, twenty-eight years of devotion to our children, forty years of practicing the same craft, week in, week out, and over twenty years of spiritual practice.