Today I celebrate the day my wife Rene’ trusted her instincts and said “I do.” Understand; it wasn’t really a reciprocal deal. She was the one who had to take the leap of faith in saying “yes” to my proposal. I was a flighty, weird, nerdy, day-dreaming sort of mystic who thought he knew something about life but had not clue about how to be an adult. Not that Rene’ was a saint or anything. No, she wasn’t that. But I think she had a clearer view of the days ahead for us than I did. The amazing thing, is, despite whatever clarity she was able to assign to our future, she took a flyer and plunged ahead. That’s damn trusting, as anyone who knew me back in the day will attest.
Tonight, while I am busy talking to my fellow judge Eric Hylden’s book club about my latest novel, Laman’s River, the wife of my four children, my girlfriend, the love of my life, and the best cook a man could ever hope for, will be, as she has for over three decades, cooling her heels at home after a tough day of work. She’ll be trying to keep our new Lab puppy from peeing on the carpet. She’ll be trying to have a heart-to-heart conversation with Jack, our fifteen-year-old-going-on-forty son, the last of the Munger boys left at home. And she’ll be there to snuggle with when I return from chasing the very same dreams that have eluded me for the better part of our life together.
I love you.