Nineteen years

by Diane Duane
Peter Morwood at the Central Park boat house, 1987

As of today, it’s been nineteen years since I married this man…only partly realizing the incredible deal I was getting: life-partnership with a talented and twisty-brained writer, a careful and methodical modeler, a clever and knowledgeable swordsman, a rampaging sex god (are the two connected, I wonder?…), a gifted etymologist, a creative and reliable chef, an unerring continuity guy, a film enthusiast and screenwriter with a 70mm screen buried in his brain…a man equally gifted at understanding train timetables, impressing Paris cabbies with his French accent, and sticking pills down reluctant cats.

And I am, pardon me for saying it, the luckiest woman on Earth.

Happy anniversary, sweetie.

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