Love is the beginning and love is the end

This one goes out to my baby:

Exactly 20 years ago, on Feb. 2, 1994, Helen and I went on our first date. We got dinner at It’s Greek to Me in Minneapolis and realized (probably before we finished the appetizer) that we never wanted to be apart, ever. So we never have been. What would those 20 years have been like otherwise? Don’t even want to think about it. Can’t picture it, really. Who I am is who I have become because we have been together.

Not sure what the song* has to do with any of this, but the aching sweetness of it somehow reminds me of my wife, and what she means to me. Something to do with “love is the beginning and love is the end.” Something to do with “you cannot separate the part from the whole.”

Love you, babe.

*The studio version is pretty amazing, too.

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Chairman of the Committee for the Memorial to the Victims of Modernism
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3 Responses to Love is the beginning and love is the end

  1. grahamlarkin says:

    Love as a hologram, eh? Sounds complicated.
    Well, love to you both Helen & Phil, and some more sweet music & metaphors here:

  2. Only twenty years? You two crazy lovebirds. Warm wishes from almost-thirty-years-married-plus-five-more-singlemindedly-getting-there. This is the real wealth the world has to offer, and gratitude is the only healthy response to the immensity of it.

  3. Kip W says:

    Here’s to lots more.

    (Note how I avoid putting in numbers? Some relative once toasted my wife’s grandma on a big birthday with “May you have seven more.” Sounds kind of like a curse, you know?)

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