We had a light-hearted wedding with music on guitar and piano and fiddle—and got hitched on the upswing of the clock for good luck. Afterwards we repaired (with 200 of our closest family and friends) to the Whipple, Ohio farm Julie and I already owned and we had more music and a pig roast, or as we called it (to sound "more fancier" a rôti de cochon)
|(photo by our dear friend, the late Dr. Hugh P. Smith).|
It's been a wonderful two decades—not always easy, of course. Then again, what is? One thing that sticks with me is just how fascinating and fascinated Julie really is. I'm fortunate to have shared this journey with her.
And now we are four.
Today I am thinking about happy things and beloved family and friends, and feeling lucky as heck to be right here, right now.