On our wedding anniversary, in the spring evening sun on the steps of the Reservoir, I got down on one knee and proposed to Ru: “Will you marry me, legally?”

She was a little overwhelmed, but she managed to accept.  We’re going to join history, in my home state, on the island where I was raised, on the lawn overlooking the saltwater cove.  Or, if it’s winter, in front of a roaring fire in the fireplace, and we’ll toast with hot chocolate.


2 responses to “Wives

  1. Congratulations! Wish I could go to this wedding as well. At least Rocky will be there for it!

  2. Mazel tov!

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