goes like this:
They don’t exchange wedding rings; they’re pretty damn poor.
There’s a wedding, a celebration with some family and great friends, the best music, tons of laughter and dancing and drinks and recreational drugs (it’s the 70’s and they’re very un-square). It’s a fun time for all, through and through. The honeymoon is a road trip via Harley Davidson.
She works. So. Damn. Hard.
She is the superstrong magnet that draws everyone— especially troubled ones— and they feel safe unloading their woes; she’s their best ally. Everyone who has at least one significant chat with her experience her wisdom and biting Southern wit, a memorable combination. Chats are significant, not only because of content but in that moment, you believe that nothing is more important to her than spending that time with you.
the life of the party. He never holds back. Ever.
With him, it’s a love-hate relationship. His friends are the most loyal bunch and the hatred he inspires is equally longstanding. Let’s just say that his fierce op-ed piece about a certain university’s racist subterfuge sure as hell has consequences along the lines of: anyone bearing his last name can forget about an acceptance letter. He will always call you out on bullshit, which is mostly awesome but sometimes it’s exhausting but when it reaches that point, he’s the first to ask who’s got the joint: relaxed and cutting humor enters and stays for the night. It’s a good time.
Over the years there are children, taking care of sick parents, looking after criminal and addicted siblings, building an incredibly successful business and meaningful births and deaths many times over. They take many trips around their native United States and abroad, some are more challenging than others (Mexico with children, say) but all are memorable and what else matters as we age and reflect?
Twenty-five years of marriage pass. They’re in France, enjoying Paris as only such devoted francophiles can. They have incredible gastronomic adventures, study history, look at art and shop. One night, they meet up after solo shopping and he’s sporting his big purchase, a classic Hermès leather bomber jacket— super cool and ruggedly handsome. They exchange stories, laugh, drink.
Before the night ends, he produces a single jewelry box: Cartier.
She opens it: her wedding ring.