
Today marks 20 years since The Lovely Anna and I were married in St. Paul, Minnesota on a beautiful Friday autumn evening. I remember it being one of the best days of my life… surrounded by family and friends… embarking on a new chapter in life with a woman I still find hard to believe agreed to marry a poor art student with little going for him and less in the way of promising prospects of a career. I was devilishly handsome, however. Actually she says I made her laugh, and that’s how I hooked her.
“An ARTIST?!?” her friends said to each other. “Poor Anna.”
Well, it didn’t work out so bad. If the next 20 are as rich and full of love, laughs and life as the last I will be writing about our 40th anniversary before I know it. It’s been a wild ride at times, but there has never, ever been a moment even among the many challenges that any couple in this day and age face that I ever had a moment of doubt that I did not love my wife with all my heart, or that I could imagine myself with anyone else.
… not even Salma Hayek or Carla Gugino. Well… yes. Not even them. I’ll bet they snore. Or their feet stink.
Sadly the best we can do today is a nice dinner out, because I am leaving for Germany on Sunday for that NCS trip I mentioned sometime back, and my little freelance dry spell ended with a vengeance yesterday when the phone started ringing and I have several jobs on the board with tight deadlines. Fear not, however. The Lovely Anna is not being deprived! Next month she and I are taking the kids with us for a week in Hawai’i (Maui to be specific) where about 20 of our friends and family will meet us as we renew our vows at sunset on the beach. Flowers, photos, musicians, minister… the works.
You see, I have learned something after 20 years of marriage: when The Lovely Anna is happy, everybody’s happy.