Beaune, France, 2024

OOPS! I screwed up. Most of the years Barbara and I have been together, more than 40, we have tried to take a trip in September, to celebrate both of our birthdays, and, after a while, our anniversary too, which is the same date as my birthday, September 9th (77 and doing OK for an out of shape old man, although someone pointed out that round is a shape too); 31 years this year.

I’ve been good at remembering to bring along birthday and anniversary cards to give at the right time. For example, when her 40th was coming up, Barbara said she didn’t care where we went as long as we were gone and she wouldn’t have to put up with the inevitable “40” jokes from friends. So we went to Santorini, in the Greek islands. She didn’t quite escape the harassment though. Throughout the long flight there I periodically “found” a card addressed to her, with greetings such as “What do you call a 40 year old on a date? The chaperone.”

It must not have bothered her too much because she started looking in jewelry stores, unusual for her, and I took it as a hint she might be considering a proposal I had made years earlier.

But this year I just spaced on it and forgot a card. Mea culpa. This is my effort at rehabilitation.

So, Barbara, whenever I hear Bette Midler sing “Wind Beneath My Wings” I think of you. We’ve spent more than half our lives together and whether it’s traveling the world, helping create a beautiful home, or holding public office, I could not, would not have done it without your help, support, and encouragement. Like Jack Nicholson said to Helen Hunt in “As Good As It Gets,” “You make me want to be a better man.”

It’s been a wonderful, and wonder-filled, adventure all the way. “Happy Anniversary” Barbara. I love you. Thank you for saying “Yes” even if it did take you 12 years. Maybe that made it even better.

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