Watching over her

Here's a picture of Cris and me on the porch of the rented house in Kansas City, Kan. the night before we flew back to San Francisco.

Mid-April, 2013. Photo by Jeff Barber

It had been a cold, rainy week, but this last day was sunny. As the sun set, I glanced out the window and said, "Oh, the sun's reflecting off the skyline."  So we all went out and took pictures. At one point Jeff took this picture of me and her. 

25 years!

Yesterday was Cris and my 25th anniversary -- measured from the day we met, an event which Cris charmingly memoir'd at that link. (Excuse the slowness of the link -- the Open Salon system has been impossibly messed up for the last few months, a sign that Salon.com no longer has either the willingness or resources to properly maintain the database of what are probably hundreds of thousands of posts. For database administrators, it could be a job opportunity, but that's only if they can afford to hire anyone.)

Reading that story again, I realize what a connection it makes to the spirituality of one of my best friends, Sara Miles, whose book Take This Bread focuses on a moment of transformation that occurred when she was offered a piece of bread. When I broke bread and offered it to Cris, our lives were not transformed in that moment, but it began a process which has not yet ended.

To mark the day, we went hiking for the first time since Cris's back surgery -- a good three miles and more in Redwood Park -- and then a good meal at Bar Bambino, one of my favorite restaurants.

If my scanner worked, I'd post pictures of what we looked like then. I was certainly cuter; Cris has only gotten more beautiful.

How I love her

Here's Cris on Martin's Luther's Ninety-five Theses, the document he famously nailed to the door of the church in Wittenburg in 1517 to begin the Protestant Reformation:

Didn't he ever hear of the information mapping principle that people can remember only seven things at once?

technorati: Reformation Day, Martin Luther

Our anniversary

Today's the 22nd anniversary of me and Cris first meeting, the day we celebrate as our anniversary. There she is graduating from law school last year.

We met as high school teachers in summer school, in the cafeteria at Mission High in SF, waiting for students to come and register. They never did come and register that day, as the school administration had (typically) screwed up: they told the students to come on one day, the teachers on another. That gave me and Cris all morning to flirt, then we had lunch together, and the rest is history. Happy anniversary, darling.

Cris graduated from law school

Cris graduated today from law school, and takes the bar exam in late July. I am so proud of her.

Your moment of Cris

Dressing to go to a concert: "These socks are really on their last legs."

Both of us crack up.

Our happy home

Milagrito and Cris in the bedroom. The cats aren't allowed in the bedroom so he's mighty curious about what's in there.

We're spending a quiet day around the house, might go out for a walk later. Just Cris and me -- not the cat.

Happy birthday, Cris!

Happy birthday to my beloved one. She had a bar exam this morning -- some birthday present!