On this day twenty-five years ago, I got married (for the first time*) to the coolest man on Earth.
There he is in a pic I took of him some months previously, by the boathouse on Central Park Lake. That afternoon seems like about ten minutes ago, some ways. And even after two and a half decades spent being with this man and learning his complexities, the experience never gets old. My life and my work would be utterly empty without him: his presence and his gifts inform everything I do.
He contains multitudes. Hotshot novelist, gourmet cook, indefatigable researcher (“Are you still on TV Tropes??”), crazed modeller, retrotech geek, artist, sound effects specialist, raconteur, friend of all cats (especially big ones) and softie about all cute things, eagle-eyed pilot, militaria expert, swordsman and screenwriter, connoisseur of fountain pens and typewriters, sex god, ever-understanding confidant, protector and defender, best friend, kindly and incisive critic, Calvin to my Susie: he is all of these and more… way more.
Peter, I love you.
Bring on the next twenty-five years.
*There were two weddings: one in LA to get the paperwork handled, and the second on in Boston so that the maximum number of friends could be there.
