I am making an exception and writing about my wife because she is the most important topic in the world today, or any day for that matter. If you don’t go for that kind of thing you might want to move along.
PALM SPRINGS, Calif. – It is Sunday, and I am sitting in the shade and watching the former Ms. Ellen Sabin while she reads a book that is likely way over my head.
Then she gingerly slides into the cool water and sings: “Glor-i-ous.”
Later in the day we will go celebrate our 25th anniversary, or as she romantically calls it, “the day you came crawling back to me on your hands and knees.”
She’s right, of course.
She’s always right and my admission of that fact is her anniversary present, seeing as how I didn’t get her anything else, except for this mountain view and pool.
So today I am making an exception and writing about my wife because she is the most important topic in the world today, or any day for that matter. If you don’t go for that kind of thing you might want to move along.
Ellen is bright, beautiful, witty, compassionate, resilient, snarky, sarcastic, obstinate and generous. She is a bit of a klutz, couldn’t carry a tune in a Ford F-150 and is a horrible dancer. But she is good at everything that is important.
And, she still laughs at my bad jokes and puns. That gets you a long way in a marriage.
In fact, she has armed herself against my lame humor with a sharpened sense of anticipation.
Like the time we drove by a sign that advertised “Everlasting Memories Park,” or something like that.
“I went there once,” I said.
Ellen stared straight ahead in silence.
“Aren’t you going to ask why?”
“Nope,” she said.
“Because you’re going to say you don’t remember,” she deadpanned.
She’s that great.
But I’ve known that ever since she accompanied me on our first trip together, on an assignment to Havana, Cuba.