Thirteen

Thirteen years ago today Mr. G. and I were married under the chuppah. We’ve had two apartments, three houses, two children, a handful of hamsters, two cats and a few dogs. We’ve read 4,748 issues of the LA Times together, we’ve shared more than 10,000 meals and at least twice as many kisses. We’ve overcome huge obstacles, and we’ve operated nicely as a team. My husband has supported my every endeavor with kind smile. I returned from an interesting two day trip to Detroit, exhausted and dirty only to turn …

A Snapshot

My husband was standing outside our front door. I was on the stair below him, and Jane was kicking her soccer ball against the front gate. As I reached out to hug my husband, and Jane came flying across the yard with helicopter arms and a magnificent smile. “Me too! Me too! Me too!” She yelled, and wormed her way into our embrace in exactly the same way she has for the past eleven years. Paying attention to my marriage is the first gift I can give my children.

Friday Confession: I Don’t Want To Be A Partner

Lisa Belkin wrote a great article about what it means to be a wife, both at our age, and at our mother’s ages. In the Motherlode Lisa talks about the evolution of our marriages. She notes that “Women still seem to want to be brides… and mothers… but we rarely describe ourselves as wives.” That made me sad. Being a bride was pretty awesome. Being a mother is incredible. Being a wife is my joy. I don’t want to be my husband’s partner. In his lifetime my husband will have …

My Husband Needs A New Telephone

So, I was having lunch with a girlfriend today, and while I was waiting for the valet to bring my car, I noticed a billboard for a TV show I wanted to watch. There was, however a slight glitch, the TV show isn’t on until much later this month. Well, the show is on one of Mr. G’s affiliates. Always thinking quickly, I hopped into my car and dialed his office. MR. G: Hi honey [he has caller id] ME: Hi, can you do me a favor and bring home …