Today is Linda and my 25th Wedding Anniversary. I was going to make a joke of my Silver Age Collectible, and how it's gotten more valuable over time. But Linda deserves better. (Besides, she isn't silver -- sometimes she'll raise her hair at her temples and say, "Look, silver hairs." And I'll look and see nothing by blonde and shake my head. I, on the other hand, am completely silver.)
This kind of ode almost can't help but be filled with cliches, but I'm going to say them.
It had to have been luck. I have to admit it. We only knew each other for six months, before we got married. But...we both knew.
And low, these many years later, I love her more than ever.
There is a wisdom and beauty to Linda's face that was always there, but has only grown with time. If there are a few more lines, they are lines of experience and kindness.
An "old soul" as some new-ager said early on, and which immediately resonated with me.
But there is also the little girl delight, that hasn't been tarnished or diminished by life. There is the joy she takes in my love and trust. The melting she'll do in my arms, that never fails to elicit the same melting in me.
Such trust was given by both of us from the beginning. If it hadn't worked out, I suppose such trust could have been foolish, right? But....it was the trust, the absolute trust, that made it strong and enduring.
I still enjoy hanging out with her, as much as possible. We're going to take the day off and wander around, go to a movie or two, Secret Life of Bees for her, and if we have any energy leftover, maybe Max Payne for me...., go out to dinner (nothing fancy, probably Shlotzkies, and drive around and walk around the parks.
And I find myself excited to do such simple things with her.
Just enjoying her company.
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