Today is my Juneteenth 7th wedding anniversary. Instead of trying to capture my marriage to describe it to you, I choose literary reference. Today my life is more of The Old Man and the Sea and Waiting for Godot, than Romeo & Juliet and When Harry Met Sally. Telling you about my life brings the same feelings as reading The Old Man and the Sea with more boredom and less similarity to Homer's Odyssey. I have always identified with Odysseus's wife waiting at home. My life is a story of epic waiting, and waiting and waiting. If you haven't read Waiting for Godot, please don't.
All literature aside, last night, my husband and I celebrated our anniversary with a sunset sailboat cruise across Choctawhatchee Bay. It was a beautiful thing, even with the drunk Bammers from Mobile who were entertaining. Big fish stories were told by everyone, with wine, cheese, stars, & music, but no dancing. I was thinking of what it might be like to be on the sailboat with only one or two other people, and to share silence & stars.
