A Time to Celebrate

I think it’s only fair to warn you that this short post has absolutely nothing to do with kidneys, organ donation, or advocacy. But today is a special day, and attention must be paid. Today, amazingly, marks 50 years since my husband and I got married on a rainy Friday night in New York City. Months ago, when we were searching for special ways to celebrate this special wedding anniversary, we considered (1) throwing a party; (2) renewing our marriage vows; (3) planning a trip to Tahiti, which we’d considered for our 10th anniversary but couldn’t afford; (4) staying at New York’s Plaza Hotel, as we did on our wedding night; (5) splurging on a photographic safari to Botswana, which we actually did book for September but will almost definitely reschedule for a year later…and well, we were still dreaming up fun ways when covid turned the world—and our priorities–upside down.

So, instead, we’ll open a nice bottle of wine, maybe put on a Jacques Brel CD (we recited the lyrics to “Quand On N’a Que l’Amour—If We Only Have Love—at our wedding), and probably enjoy a special take-out meal. And we will make a toast to celebrate how incredibly fortunate we are, in the midst of all this suffering, sorrow, and shared outrage. (Thanks for indulging me.)