Forty years ago today the ‘old boy’ and I were wed. It is both a strange and proud moment. Neither of us can barely remember life without the other. And yet four decades have ‘slipped by.’ We feel immense pride that we were one of the lucky few of our generation who made it and yet we are continually reminded by older-timers …that’s nothing kid…me and the Mrs. we’ve been married 50, 60, 70 years. Give me a break!
Today we went to the city where we began our life together. We arrived early enough to get a parking space and saw the Isabelle de Borchgrave Pulp Fashion exhibit at the Legion of Honor. Then we dawdled down to Fort Mason and went to Greens for brunch.
We dined like kings. I ate dessert and drank champagne, two things I avoid in daily life. We had a window table much to my husband’s surprise. What? in 40 years of marriage he has not noticed that I do know how to pull strings! 
We came home, I read the Sunday paper on the deck while he went back into his garden. Life is good…with a big celebration on the horizon.
Congrats, Carol!