Earlier today, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. The lines around my eyes, laugh lines, used to fade when I didn’t smile. Maybe this just means I have had a lot to smile about or that I’ve learned a lot in my 56 years so far. Unless I start doing something about my crow’s feet, my face will show my age. Has aging finally caught up with me? I’ve never looked my age.
I came across a picture of a cute little thing. I’m almost positive that it’s me. I have no recollection the floor, but I have an extremely vague recollection of the toy.
Zip ahead a decade or so. My one and only time in Washington, D.C. I’m with the son of my father’s girlfriend, the one that he almost married, but with her ultra liberalism and my dad’s polar opposite, no one figured it would work. Was her name Penny? Mary? Yes. Mary even moved in with us for a very short time. It’s not like my dad had that many girlfriends, but she was one of my favorites.
I was going to throw in my high school senior picture, which is a great picture, but it does give away my lazy eye. I also couldn’t resist showing off my parakeet again.
When I look at my face and the changes it’s made along the way, I think of how much has happened that has effected my identity. One of the best things that ever happened was when my path crossed with Sylvia twenty-eight years ago.
Twenty-eight years ago, Sylvia moved in with me to take care of me while I went through cancer treatment. Our relationship was young, just starting. She didn’t have to do this. I could have returned to Boston. That was half my life ago and just the beginning of the sacrifices Sylvia has made on my behalf, on our behalf.
Chronologically, my life feels lined up. As I mentioned, we’ve been together half of my life. Half of those twenty-eight years, we’ve been living in this incredible Dome Home that Sylvia built. For four years, she worked full-time while building the dome from the ground up, which was practically a full-time job in itself.
Today, October 10, 2016, we exchanged vows at the local courthouse, making our relationship legal. I wonder what will come our way in the next twenty-year-years.