We’re going out to eat tonight to celebrate our thirty-sixth wedding anniversary. Being married this long has to be the greatest accomplishment of my life.
Meanwhile, the weather here is the worst I’ve encountered in seventeen years—it’s gruesome and wet, day after day. The famous New Mexico sun has vanished along with the the mountains. The two hundred yards of dirt road is passable but shreds self-esteem. Sometimes we can’t even bear to walk to the mailbox, the mud is that bad. I can’t wait to be permanently gone, however we do it and wherever we go. That will be the next greatest accomplishment of my life! There’s a third one in there, but it’s implied.
Tonight is for her. May I be worthy and stand tall.