How can it be, really, that Al and I were married thirty years ago?   Getting married and then looking back at it thirty years later is surreal.  It’s like I can remember the wedding day – how trim I was, how excited I was, how handsome Al was, even the temperature of the breezy June day, how I had not a doubt nor concern – ah, the naivete of the bride and groom!  Then suddenly here I am, plunked down, not so trim, excitement all mellowed into contentment, Al still handsome (he rolls his eyes), the temperate California weather, and I still don’t have a doubt or concern.  In between all this – our marriage.

Here we are.  We decided this morning, as we do each year, to try for one more year.

We’ll see how that goes.