We marked our 28th anniversary this weekend in a multipurpose way: As a celebration of a final pathology report that looks good, still ductal carcinoma in situ, early and easily treatable, and what we see as the end of gloves and knives and general anesthesia; and for the usual but increasingly fun reason: 28 years is starting to really feel like a journey.
Julie was into the nostalgia more than I was, sort of a switching of the usual roles (and the usual conversation; I’m normally the one peppering the talk with wedding day trivia). She brought up how she was up late the night before we got married, hemming my wedding pants. She must have really liked those pants, I’m thinking. I recall they had pleats. It was the 80s.
For various reasons we split our anniversary into two parts, in Deathly Hallow fashion, so Friday night we had a great dinner at John’s Grill in Old Town (Mukilteo). John’s place is almost entirely family run (we never saw him, but we tasted his work) and advertised as “upscale,”which is fair warning but also fair. Spectacular food. Ambience is nice, too, streetfront on a sunny evening (which is a fair Pacific Northwest summer description, of course), although it’s a tiny place and I was irritated by trying not to listen to the loud table behind me, speaking of dumb things (I almost engaged my inner Hobson from “Arthur,” turning to say, “Isn’t there a Denny’s where you’d feel more comfortable?” but I am a nice person and pretty low class myself, so).
And Saturday we saw Harry Potter sign off. More on that later, or maybe not, but it was nice to close it out on a night with my bride after all these years. We’ve seen more than a couple of the Potter films since they’ve tended to conveniently come out in July, when a couple of old folks need something to do on their anniversary.
At any rate, we signed off on another year. A troubling, stressful and financially devastating year (in theory; bills are just now starting to trickle in. I’m estimating that we’re approaching the million-dollar mark. Figure out for yourself what insurance will and won’t cover of that amount. I resist this at the moment).
But we have beautiful roses this year, thanks to our wet spring, so I bought Julie a nice vase to float a flower in, fresh every day if she wants, and I got up early Saturday morning and spliced the following together. The column part was written 9 years ago, right when she was graduating seminary. As I said on Facebook, a lot can change in nine years, but rainbows tend to stay the same, with the same effect. You just marvel, and that’s how I feel about this marriage of mine. I marvel, I’m grateful, I’m more than a little perplexed about how it all worked out, I’m happy we still talk and laugh and enjoy each other. My pants are still hemmed, in other words.