April 18

This is not the photo I wanted to take, but it’s the photo I got, not unlike the 15 years of marriage we celebrated tonight. I don’t mean that to sound like a bad thing. Life rarely turns out the way we hope or expect. Part of living it means we roll with the punches and see what comes next. Tonight we got pork chops and mussels and bourbon and Sambuca. Tomorrow… hot dogs. Tonight I enjoyed a little bit of perfection with just the right amount of imperfection to make it worthwhile. You get what you get… and maybe that’s pretty good, after all.