Family event week

And somewhere in this weekend we get to fit early celebration of two events:  L’s forty-fourth birthday and our twentieth wedding anniversary, both of which happen Wednesday.  (Yeah, we got married on her birthday.  I’ll explain why someday.)  Right now we’re planning to leave T and M at home tomorrow evening, and drive up to Salado for dinner at The Stagecoach Inn.  Just the two of us.  We don’t get to do such a thing very often.

That’s an unusual thing to say these days:  we’ve been married twenty years.  Now, a “marriage” can be over in less than a week, if the evidence of Britney Spears is anything to go by.  And it’s even more odd when I think about the words “married” and “twenty years” in relation to myself, since when I was young, I wasn’t at all sure anyone would ever want to be married to me, period.  I’m still not at all sure exactly how we’ve made this marriage work as well as it has for as long as it has.  Occasionally I’ll ponder it a bit, but I don’t like to think about it too much, for fear of making a mess of it because of Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle.

Twenty years, and in all, I wouldn’t take for it.  I hope we’re spared for many more.  Happy anniversary and happy birthday, love.

Abelard and Heloïse danced the lambada in a quantum narcissus.  Fnord.