Remarried

I don’t know what you were doing last Saturday morning, but I was busy singing “I’m getting married in the morning” from the musical My Fair Lady.  To be more accurate, I was getting remarried. But now that we have celebrated that happy occasion with family and friends, I can, with a smile, still hum the catchy tune in my head.

Daveen and I were first wed to each other in 1981.  We spent a number of years apart before deciding to try again. Since then, we’ve been happily living together for the past six years.

The wedding was at an outdoor venue, so thank goodness the local weather cooperated, and the heat wave gave us a beautiful respite for the day. I wore the same coat and top hat that I’d worn at our first wedding more than 40 years ago. I’m happy to report that both my body and my head are the same size as they were then. (Though I do wonder how many people would keep a top hat in their closet for almost half a century).

Today Daveen and I enjoyed breakfast together at our favorite morning restaurant which brought back memories of the first time I asked Daveen to marry me. Her reply back then was, “I don’t cook.” Fortunately, that has never been a problem. As a child I learned that if I accompanied my mother to the grocery store, I could shop for and cook whatever food I wanted to eat –  not just the meals my mother made. I still do much of the grocery shopping. My specialty used to be cheese-filled blintzes. But now breakfast most mornings is one egg over easy, toast, and a slice of Canadian Bacon. While it might seem boring, it’s always satisfying and only takes me nine minutes to prepare and eat. (I’m very efficient when it comes to food.)

Today I’m back at my office, working with my team, who are great, and looking forward to married life again. I don’t think it will be much different, except for the added benefit of filing a joint income tax return.

I know.  I know. That doesn’t sound romantic. But what can you expect from a CPA who invests in real estate for a living?

So, I’m sorry, ladies, but I’m off the market. You’ll have to make do with one of the other three or four billion men on the planet.

And gentlemen, although I have the best wife in the world, I’m sure there are plenty of wonderful women still available. And you’ll have no competition from me.

Happy Tuesday to all.

Alan