Come tomorrow, assuming something horrible doesn’t happen in the next few hours, Linette and I will have been married for 10 years. If I were a better husband, I would have planned for it. It crossed my mind today, while I was at work, that, if I were a good husband, I would have been taking secret piano lessons this past year, so that I could play Maybe I’m Amazed for Linette. Sappy, I know, but I like the image. It makes me happy. As it is, I’ll probably write a letter to her, telling her how much I love her. I should do that more often. We all probably should. Life is short, and those of us who are lucky enough to have found someone that we love, shouldn’t lose appreciation for just how amazing a thing that is. I try not to take it for granted. Which is hard sometimes, given the constant grind of daily life. But it really is remarkable that we met, and that, somehow, that little spark between us has stayed lit all this time. So many things could have gone wrong. But they didn’t. And I can’t imagine my life any other way. I don’t want to get sappy here, but I truly think that I’m one of the luckiest people in the world. Thanks to everyone along the way who made it possible.
Special thanks to Ward Tomich for booking a terrible noise band to play Ypsilanti’s Cross Street Station in 1992. If not for his courage, there would be no happy marriage, no Clementine, no Crimewave, no anything.
[This is the first photo that Clementine ever took of us. It was taken in Savannah a few years ago.]
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Awww you guys, congratulations!!!
:)
I like that photo, too – and Clementine is in it too, her shadow.
Assuming nothing horrible happened last night, congratulations! :-)
Congrats – maybe you can use your powerful position of being the 8th most influential liberal blog in Michigan and get Margo Timmins from the Cowboy Junkies to sing ‘Anniversary Song’ to the both of you! Love that song. If you haven’t heard it, give it a listen; can’t even read the lyrics without tearing up a bit.
Congratulations, Mark (and Linette). As far as grand gestures go, Mark, eh, they’re overrated. How we treat each other, day to day, is what really matters. Here’s to keeping the spark alive!
I can’t remember… Is the 10th anniversary traditionally rock, paper or scissors?
Lucky Clementine, born into a loving home. What more can you give a child. Congratulations.
Congrats Mark. On a side note, I’ve always wanted to go to Savannah since reading “Midnight.” do you recommend it?
BTW, celebrated my two year anniversay on Tuesday. 10 sound like an eternity!
I second what imatucky said. Lucky you two too. Here, a poem by Merwin about a birthday, but it seems right for an anniversary, in this case anyway:
Congrats to you both, neighboors! A modern day Ypsi power couple…
I’m glad you found each other. You have a family to proud of.
Happy Anniversary!!
The spaces within lines fell out of that poem, darn. Imagine the spaces?!
Happy Anniversary!
I am also glad you found each other. Happy Anniversary to our friends and neighbors
I like the idea very much that one little person saying “yes” to a band could have world-changing consequences. It gives me hope. If Clementine ever becomes President, there should be a Ward Tomich day.
And the guy who sold you the defective condom should get a holiday named after him, too.
Congratulations and Happy Anniversary!!
I can’t help but think of Marry Song, by Band of Horses… Maybe you should sing that one to her!
I’ll marry my lover in a place to admire.
I don’t have to even ask her, I can look in her eyes
And thank God that I am forgiven.
I thank all of my friends
who say I’ve been true…
Ward apparently worked many wonders of which I was unaware. Congrats!
Happy 10th!
Congratulations! And Clementine is a pretty good photographer it looks like :)
You two are so cute. Your whole little family makes me hopeful every time I see you, and I mean that.
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