Forty years ago today the ‘old boy’ and I were wed.¬† It is both a strange and proud moment. Neither of us can barely remember life without the other. And yet four decades have ‘slipped by.’¬† We feel immense pride that we were one of the lucky few of our generation who made it and yet we are continually reminded by older-timers …that’s nothing kid…me and the Mrs. we’ve been married 50, 60, 70 years. Give me a break!
Today we went to the city where we began our life together. We arrived early enough to get a parking space and saw the Isabelle de Borchgrave Pulp Fashion exhibit at the Legion of Honor. Then we dawdled down to Fort Mason and went to Greens for brunch.¬†
We dined like kings. I ate dessert and drank champagne, two things I avoid in daily life.¬† We had a window table much to my husband’s surprise.¬†¬†What?¬†¬†in 40 years of marriage he has not noticed that I do know how to pull strings!¬†
We came home, I read the Sunday paper on the deck¬†while he went¬†back into¬†his garden.¬† Life is good…with a big celebration on the horizon.