Pirate’s Cove, Newport Beach, California
I normally do a Thought for the Week on Mondays, so this anniversary post is a bit off-point. Then again, maybe somewhere within these words you’ll find a relevant thought-for-the-week of your own.
My wife Trudy and I have been married for 37 years. In fact, on this date 37 years ago, the last day of our honeymoon, we were savoring eggs benedict and sipping Ramos fizzes on a Sausalito balcony overlooking San Francisco Bay. We know this because yesterday we reviewed our “Honeymoon Diary” and reminisced about how we’d gotten married, celebrated, and then driven home to begin our life together. That life is now in its 38th year. And I can hardly wait for more. Here’s why:
Five years ago, we were at the Burbank International Film Festival where our feature film Healing River was a Best Picture nominee. Since we’d formerly lived in the area, we revisited the places where we’d loved, played, fought, and made up: my wife’s childhood home, our first apartment as well as our last before moving to Ohio with our kids, our favorite date night restaurants and the AMC movie theater we’d so often attended on those date nights—where our own film went on to win a major award!
Most emblematic of our life journey together, however, was rocky Pirate’s Cove in Newport Beach where we’d sipped dark coffee from a thermos during a time our premarital relationship had grown equally rocky (interestingly, I’d also been baptized there). We wanted to love each other, but didn’t know how.
Thirty-two years later, we soared past Pirate’s Cove on a whale-watching boat, heading out to open sea, no longer bound by a quaint but confining cove. We hugged the rail and each other as the wind intermingled our hair and the sun turned our faces the same coral red. “We’ve learned how to love each other,” I thought, “and we’re going to learn to love even better in the years to come.” And that was why I was greedy for more.
And now, five years further on? After reminiscing at our favorite cafe yesterday in Cincinnati, Ohio, all I want to add is this:
I’m still greedy for more.