Some things just defy description. I am sure that there is no way for the rest of us to understand the feeling of being Neil Armstrong. I've thought about what it must be like to wake up in the morning and realize that you are the first human to have set foot on the moon. For as long as mankind survives, Neil will be remembered along with people like Columbus, Michaelangelo, Paul the Apostle, and Moses.
For the past thirty-six years, I have been able to wake up in the morning and realize that I am Sand's husband. Trust me when I say that as a wife, Sand is in a very elite group of all-time great wives. She is an extraordinarily brave woman and has tenaciously carved out for us a life rooted in peace, beauty and humor. She has given me tacos, gold finches, a german shepherd, a daughter, scrapple, a royal bathrobe, a robin named Sweet, fishing for blues, love, passion, understanding, complicity, and above all, an understanding of and encounter with the goodness of God.
Happy thirty-sixth anniversary, Sand. And thank you. I love you and wouldn't trade places with Neil for anything.
With you on everything but scrapple. There's no way I find that in any way something I'll venture much more than a lip curl.
ReplyDeleteHappy Anniversary to two of my absolute favorite folks.
Bernie, I love you.
ReplyDeleteHappy anniversary, mes amies, and many happy returns of the day!
ReplyDeleteT and I wouldn't mind a refresher dose of those tacos, ourselves.