Barbara and I began thinking seriously about celebrating our 40th wedding anniversary back in the late summer of 2000. The idea had rattled around in the backwaters of our minds for some time, tantalizing, yet unformed and unstated since our daughter-in-law suggested we have a renewal of vows ceremony a number of years back. Once we began thinking about it, we became more excited with the idea. In part the impetus for a ceremony now was a result of my heart attack in early October of 1999 - a very serious event, that. While my recovery was excellent and I returned to good health with few limitations, facing death was a sobering experience for both of us, reminding us of the preciousness and uncertainties of life. My parents missed celebrating their 50th because my Dad died some 18 months before their anniversary date, and we didn't want to miss marking this important time in our lives. To us, 40 seemed a significant figure - you know, 40 years in a generation, 40 days and 40 nights, 40 years in the wilderness, and all that good stuff...