Lughnasa Honey Moon
Tomorrow is Kate’s 69th birthday. We’ve known each other since 1989 and have 
celebrated many significant birthdays. 50. 60. 65. All milestone birthdays. This one is not a milestone in that way, the next one is three score and ten, the birthday after which, according to Jewish custom, all the years are a gift.
(Kate discovering the wonders of the Fabric Outlet store)
Kate treats herself like a thoroughbred, that is she changes her age at New Years, so by her reckoning she’s been 69 since January.
Age is funny. It’s meaning changes as you age. To me, with her, this is just another birthday, or, said differently, this is a birthday!
What I mean is that 69 is the same as 50 as 60 as 65 as 70, a day to celebrate the unique and wonderful woman I married on March 10, 1990. In the last century, hell, the last millennia. Yes, we’ve been married through two different centuries and two different millennia, not many throughout history who can say that, well, not that many considering the grand total.
We have the privilege of meeting many people over the course of a lifetime and of becoming close to only a few. I’m grateful my life and hers intersected, thanks to classical music. And turning 69 doesn’t seem old at all anymore. Not at all.
