In the grand scheme of things, April 3 is not a particularly significant date. It’s not a deadline for tax filings, or the day on which battles were fought on which the future of the world depended, or significant wars ended, or important discoveries were made.
If you run an internet search on important events that happened on April 3, you’ll see there’s really not much of great consequence. In fact, the list is pretty remarkable for its blandness, filled with events that are likely to provoke nothing but a shrug and a “so what?” On April 3, 1043, for example, Edward the Confessor was crowned King of England. On April 3, 1864, there was a “skirmish at Okolona, Arkansas.” (Really? A skirmish makes the list?) On April 3, 1948, the first U.S. figure skating championships were held. And April 3 has been a popular day for countries to conduct nuclear tests.
So, in the grand scheme of things, there’s not much that is remarkable about April 3. But 33 years ago, on April 3, 1982, in a white-framed church in Vermilion, Ohio, Kish and I were married, so it’s an important date for us. We don’t mind that not much of historical consequence happened on April 3 — it’s as if we get this special day all to ourselves.