Tomorrow is the 34th anniversary of Janie and Roger gettin’ hitched for the first time.
Of course we’ve been married over a dozen times…to each other! Every time we are honored to attend our friends’ weddings, it becomes our wedding. During each ceremony, hands are held (shyly…can you believe it?), and vows are rediscovered with sideways glances (slyly…you can’t make this up).
34 instant years…
How shall we mark the occasion?
Well, many might think it’s a paltry plan. We have shared head colds (negative test) the last week and both of us are just a mite puny. We’ll probably stay in, order in, and reflect a bit on how fortunate we’ve been to find each other and how perspicacious we’ve been in knowing quickly that we had found each other.
After 30 years, retirement and the pandemic have driven us indoors, reduced our social interactions, and focused our attentions inward and toward each other. The connection was strong and is now even stronger. LeGuin and Kazantzakis would not be surprised.
But I always am.
Always.
Darlin’, after 34 years it feels like this is where we came in.
Can we stay and watch this show again?
I wanna be sure I don’t miss a thing.
June's Boy 