We Closed It At Wolski's
Tomorrow marks 27 years married for Donna and I. It's one of those "tween" years, maybe a date that means less than the others that end in 5 or 0. But still. Twenty seven years is a long time. With the divorce rate still around 50%+, I'm tend to take each anniversary I hit as a victory, not that divorce was ever in my thoughts - it wasn't - but I'd like to hope that after 25 years it gets easier to stay on the good side of that statistic. So what's different at year 27 than at 1? We live in a different city, work different jobs, live in a house not an apartment and somewhere along the way we raised two kids. In fact, it would be easier to quantify what is the same; namely, us. Because while the circumstances in our lives seems to change with every passing day, we evidently love each other enough to be there and serve as a foundation for the other to lean on when the rest of the pot is boiling over. None of this is meant to brag or boast, I...