Forty Years On

Today, my wife and I celebrate our fortieth anniversary. Celebrate may be too strong of a word; a celebration suggests more than a nice dinner at home. Yet that’s the plan. Because of the pestilence. But a nice dinner at home will be a very special dinner at home; my wife’s homemade lasagna, the very best lasagna I’ve ever tasted. So, I suppose it is a celebration. Remembering forty years (and then some) of coping with adversity and celebrating spectacular good fortune. We’re both different people today than we were forty years ago. But we’re different people who have been changed, in large part, by the changes in one another. Forty years of sickness and health, time to love and to cherish, leading up to the beginning of the next forty years. Maybe not forty more, but many more, I hope.