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It’s Monday night, and I sit at the dining room table with my cat curled up beside me.
Family (living at home) is tucked away in their rooms.
Thirty years ago, March 18, I married the same person who made me diner tonight.
The guy who is and has been there beside me through everything without question.
My partner in parenting, before and forever after.
Who I irritate and who irritates me at times.
Who is pleased with little things.
Who values the same things I do.
Who puts up with my work, because he values the same things I do.
Who listens to me even when it really doesn’t interest him as much as it does me.
Who gives 100%.
Who is always passionate about something.
Who makes me laugh.
Who is a romantic.
Who has enough energy to light a medium-sized community.
Who gives to others generously in spirit and time.
Who gets disappointed when people don’t live up to his expectations.
Who forgives and gives again.
Who is a great role model.
Who you’d love if you knew him.
We don’t have a trip planned or even a dinner in mind.
Today is like the other 30 years of days.
- One dog
- One cat
- Three homes, one remodeled
- Two college students
- Aging parents
- Bazillions of books
- Plumbing disasters
- Emergency room visits
- A few fender benders
- Chocolate chip cookies, ice cream
- Coffee, black
- Some very fine and not so fine wine
Not that I’d turn down a trip to France, but I’m not complaining. It’s been more than good.