Exactly one year ago today, we walked out of that Thai restaurant, filled with nostalgia, laughter, and peanut shrimp with noodles.
We were saturated with joy as we realized we made it to our thirty fifth wedding anniversary...that you withstood my insanity and I didn't ever even think even once about killing you as you loudly crunch that Total cereal (with blueberries) every morning.
We survived my laziness and your thoughtlessness when you leave all those dishes in the sink, we survive because of our deep commitment, shared humor, and patience
Also, 'cause we're both a little chill.
A little..
We left that parking lot with a lot of love and a lot of hope, as Allan Lichtman pretty much assured us we'd get the outcome everyone anticipated on Election Night, 2024.
We returned home from our anniversary celebratory dinner and turned on the live coverage.
Hours later, once we absorbed the shock, we shed some tears and a shared determination to fight wherever and whenever possible.
As a team, we could withstand anything...threats to our democracy, an incontinent poodle, your upcoming retirement. (the latter turning out to be a great thing, because we get to spend that much more time together, making each other laugh, or making each other resort to our arsenal of sarcasm.)
Last night was different.
It was the eve of our anniversary, and we watched the blue wave come crashing in. We felt relief and joy and optimism, that maybe now, in our twilight years, we can live out the rest of our days under a democracy, where this administration will eventually be nothing but a joke--a bad dream.
And what a year it's been, huh??
Gaining a wonderful daughter-in-law in Michelle, , vacationing with family, marking a milestone as Evan turned thirty...
Happy anniversary to the man who shares my values, my humor, my taste in music, and my life.
Let's go make some more memories.
You've got the time..
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