I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
A bit more personal note today as the bride and I celebrate 35 years of marriage, some of them blissful.
I wrote about our relationship way back in 2014 when I was struggling with shoulder pain and what I realized was some pharmaceutical induced depression. I don’t talk much about it, but once I figured it out, I stopped the drugs, and the therapy with the doctor who prescribed them.
That’s another story. Maybe a book. But I’ve been watching Dopesick and…well…watch it.
Today we have been married for 35 years and I am thankful for Vanessa.
She tolerates my quirkiness and moodiness.
She has supported me in my theatrical and writing endeavors.
She is supporting me in my Clausical endeavors, although she’s not quite ready to join me at the North Pole.
She has been by my side through two bouts of cancer and a few other assorted maladies.
Life is crazy. I don’t think that thirty-five years ago either of us could have predicted we’d be where we are now.
Life is also good.
And it’s better because I have Vanessa by my side.
Tell her I said so. She forgets my blog gets trapped in her spam filter.
Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Fletcher.