Truly scary
As I noted two posts ago, yesterday was the 20th anniversary of my theatre company, Moving Arts. (And hey — you should join us this Saturday night for our awesome big celebration! Come say hi.) What’s even scarier?
Today is my 25th wedding anniversary. Yes, my wife and I got married on Halloween. In costume. With a couple hundred party guests, also in costume. Guests were invited to “A masquerade ball (plus wedding).” My wife told me she knows where the photos are — hey, it was a pre-digital photo era — so if she does indeed find them, I’ll post some here.
As with the theatre company, where every year hasn’t been easy but hey, we’re still here, it’s been similar with the marriage. The highs have been very high and the lows, well, we got through them. We’ve got a pretty good life right now; I love her a lot, but more importantly, I enjoy her company. (Most of the time.) If you can find somebody you still think is clever and funny 30 years on, you must’ve done something right. We’ve also got three children I enjoy, even when they don’t adequately rinse off those dishes, and a wide circle of friends and family willing to come over and entertain us on occasion. The roof doesn’t leak, the bills get paid, there’s always food on the table, everybody’s health is mostly pretty good, our shelves are stuffed with books read and waiting to be read and with games waiting to be played again and again. It’s a good life.