No machines in this blog, which probably should be on Facebook, but I don’t do Facebook.
Today is my 41st wedding anniversary with my wife Risa. I think we are the rare couple who can honestly say to each other every day how blessed we are to have one another. I am a hopelessly sappy romantic who cries real tears on the cards I write for such occasions. She is the baker who makes everybody’s favorite dish for their birthday.
Risa is the combination of lover and best friend, who has buoyed me up during life’s insults. I cheered her on as she became a taekwondo World Champion and parented with her through kids’ challenges and triumphs.
We’ve grown side by side. In a way I robbed her of her youth because she married at 19 and moved to Chicago from Charlotte and Ann Arbor. She built a career as an educational therapist and has improved the lives of hundreds of kids from kindergarten through high school.
I am the rare man who met the woman of his dreams and had the luck and intuition to know it from day one.
Happy Anniversary, Risa—love of my life.