Twenty-Two Years; Same Man, Same Woman, Same Tux

One score and two years ago Russ Lange did the riskiest thing he had every done in his life and that was marry me. Consider that he spent three months analyzing what new car he should buy before settling on a white Ford Taurus station wagon at age 26, but then asked me to marry him just 10 days after he first kissed me. Little did he know that the ride he would have with me was going to be much wilder than his stayed and studied vanilla station wagon path had him heading down.

I count my lucky stars that somehow we ended up with each other, but I never doubt why we have stayed together, or at least why I stay with him. Why Russ stays is fodder for his blog.

As the years go by I have some big ups and some big downs, but Russ is the steady oak, always there. Like the tuxedo he bought for our wedding and still wears three or four times a year, he is a classic. He is supportive, even when I’m crazy, he pushes me when I need it and catches me when I fall. He is brilliant, but not condescending. His generosity is unparalleled. I know I am undeserving.

Anniversaries are for two, but poor Russ somehow was set up for a lifetime of anniversaries being about me since we got married the day before my birthday. Then we had to go and have a baby and add Mother’s day to the week of celebrations. For this I want to apologize. May 2 was the only day the church and Sulgrave Club were both free. Russ I acknowledge you got done in because of this.

Russ, I hope you have more good days than bad with me. I know I’ve had more good years than bad because of you. So happy 22 years together. I can’t wait for the next 22.