(Another past entry—August 2017)
Feeling moments of mush….(so consider this a content warning)!
So. Don and I recently celebrated twenty five years together. Twenty five non-stop wonderful, hilarious, adventurous, supportive, boy-raising (hair-raising), collaborative, love-filled years. All our ups and downs, the “whoah!” and “WHAT?”, the never ending conversation, spark and laughter.
Don claims that he’s “the only man strong enough to love (Adagio)”—which is probably true.
I am overwhelmed by the the gift of this brilliant and curious man in my life.
This compassionate man who helped raise my sons and his son since they were four years old, and who loves the three of them with a depth that brings him joy-tears.
This hilarious man who makes me laugh hard about something every single day. He said the other day that he has “shameless verbosity”. And today he showed me a collection of photos he’s taken with his phone of street tar repair in the style of Franz Kline.
This dear man who views children’s art as the best art there is, who never drives by a lemonade stand without stopping, who is my biggest fan, loves what I do and brags about me constantly.
This wise man who still sees (the older and wider) me as beautiful to him, and brews heavenly home-made chai every week “so my bride won’t leave me”.
This travel-loving man who brought me to the greatest art galleries, flamenco dancers, cathedrals, gardens and lovely hidden cobblestone streets of the world. This quirky unconventional man who suddenly decided to grow dahlias, roses and bonsai. He can’t miss “Project Runway” and has us in stitches with his comments and opinions. He thinks SYTYCD is the very best TV ever. Depending on his wildly varied music mood, he listens to Tom Waites, Bach, Charles Ives and George Jones. And opera. And now he wants to learn how to weld.
This academic/art history/wordsmith who voraciously keeps reading and learning. He reads essays, philosophers, biographies, poetry and classics and then paraphrases (quite entertainingly) those thoughts to me in the morning when his brain is rushing like whitewater.
And on and on and even further on with the mushy happy stuff………
I love the kismet of finding each other in this lifetime….that he asked me to marry him on our first date, and still asks me every day.
I love the thought of living, loving and laughing into another 25 years with this man.