27 years

we’ve come a long way baby

we like to say – “more than half our lives”… it all seems so strange.

Wasn’t it yesterday that we sat under the awning of our trailer-home?  When we laughed, drank gin and tonics and played rummy 5000 between play rehearsals?

When we lived on flavored popcorn and rice and I cooked porkchops for you as a treat and when one seemed so much larger than the other, I cut a piece off the big one to even-out the portions and you laughed so hard and being “porkchopped” became part of our vocabulary.

When we lived in the theatre department and sometimes fell asleep in the annex when we were supposed to be at rehearsal and I sent the dean of the department to wake you up before your cue because I couldn’t leave rehearsal but felt that he could slip out without being noticed by the director.

When we talked to our 3 cylinder chevette and begged her to climb, climb, climb and please reach the top of the route 20 hills to take us home for a visit.

And now our children are adults and their births, toddling, rebelling, painful first hangovers, learning to drive, moving out and moving back in feel like parts of a dream that occurred while we slept.

Our house is larger, the car runs smoothly, animals are scattered about the floors, furniture and barn, we have a lot more stuff and the food is a thousand times better but we are the same.

The same laughter, love and dreams.

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