My former best friend was obsessed with dates. The calendar kind. He could tell you down to the hour when had his first beer, lost his virginity, and “accepted Jesus as his personal savior.” I’m using quotes here not to diminish his claim, but to let you know those were his words (edited for clarity), not mine. His fascination with markers delineating the before and after of things spilled into all his relationships. I once watched him drill his mother about key moments in her life – the day she knew she was in love with her husband, the day she knew she wanted to have children, the day she…