A (Sniff) Second Toast

Two flutes of champagne are set before us, compliments of the restaurant.

It’s the night of our wedding anniversary.

Ron makes a toast.

As I listen to his words, I place my hand on my chest. Here’s a man I’d marry again in a heartbeat.

The waiter brings our appetizers, and I pick up my spoon.

“Oh, wait.” I say. “We should make a second toast – to G and E.”

G and E. Also known as my brother and sister-in-law. Also known as Alien Righteousness and Sourpuss.

This toast is bittersweet. Earlier, I’d helped Alien and Sour put the last of their wardrobe boxes in a moving truck.

Then I waved goodbye as they drove away.

I hated to see them go. It’s been fun having the four of us live in the same city.

But as sad as I felt for me, I felt happy for them.

When I visit LA, every cell in my being jumps with joy. There are certain geographical spots that simply “fit” and Alien and Sour have found theirs in Tennessee.

So Ron and I raise our glasses:

To Alien and Sour
May you have safe journeys
Our prays are with you as you settle into your new home
Here’s to great jobs, healthy lives, and a beautiful family

We love you!

(Sniff)