I write a lot of pieces about celebrities I’ve met in my professional life. They are fun to remember and share. Sometimes it feels like name dropping or playing a broken record if the story is written too frequently. Friends and acquaintances assure me there’s an audience for these stories and I should continue to share the memories.
Today’s piece is about the most important person in my life. We’ve been friends for more than half a century. We’ve been married for 28 years. We share some of the most bizarre stories you’re likely to hear.
You know her well. My Wife, Marilyn. She is, among other things, the SERENDIPITY lady. Today is Marilyn’s birthday. I hope many of Marilyn’s SERENDIPITY friends, mates and fellow bloggers are celebrating her day. She has opened windows on the world for countless people around the world with her pieces.
Marilyn writes voraciously, about all things great and small. Marilyn is passionate about our world and those who live on our planet. I sometimes fear that Marilyn’s passion for making things right will make her head explode. She’s always been that way since we first met as college kids and were bent on changing the world. That world, the 60’s and all its turbulence, needed change. Decades later, I’m not sure if we’ve left any imprints on our journey through life. The one constant in our lives is Marilyn’s determination to “out” the idiots, pretenders and felons of all persuasion who strive to pollute our quality of life.
It’s a tall order. Perhaps a mission impossible. But Marilyn is driven to make our collective lives better. Her sword is the pen, her computer keyboard. I watch her work relentlessly, every day, morning through night, her face focused on subject matter of yet another blog. Marilyn never seems to tire even when her body is sending obvious signals to slow down. I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut. Marilyn doesn’t suffer fools. Yes, she’s been my rock for all these years. Go figure.
Marilyn always makes sure that the birthdays of family and friends are remembered, celebrated in some way. Not the easy “Hallmark” way that takes little effort or imagination. Marilyn is always thoughtful. It’s a quality that I’ve found very unique in my professional and personal life.
Our celebration of Marilyn’s birthday pales in comparison with how mine is recognized. Hopefully, we’ll go out for dinner and Marilyn won’t have to cook yet another dinner. Her birthday card hasn’t arrived. Thanks very much, U.S. Postal Service. No, I haven’t forgotten! I know Marilyn is disappointed. We DID have a visit from her son Owen and his friend, Dave, who have been the bright lights on Marilyn’s day. They brought a basket of Shrimp, realizing we don’t eat cake or sweets in our golden years. I think their visit lifted Marilyn’s spirits. I’m grateful.
I’m beyond grateful to have Marilyn in my life. I leave a lot to be desired as the spouse who is admired by the public which only knows his media image. Marilyn has worked hard to make our marriage succeed when I’ve been engulfed in my own selfish pursuits.
I think we were lucky to find each other again after having gone down different roads for many years.
I can easily say the 28 years of marriage have been the best years of my life.