For catching my eye across the room, and coming over to admire the artwork on the walls of a common friend’s house;
For introducing me to the songs of Cat Stevens, Leonard Cohen, Gordon Lightfoot, and Supertramp;
For loaning me your copy of Owen Meany and The Road Less Traveled;
For showing me your recipe for egg-fried rice;
For taking me to all your favorite haunts for Kathi Rolls, Fried Fish, Tandoori Chicken, and the best Udipi in town;
For giving me more advice than I’d ever expected (or needed) – on people and places in the big city;
For offering me a helping hand and a kind ear always;
For casually strumming your guitar and singing ‘Bobby McGee’ for me;
For inviting me to the many house-parties at your many friends’ houses;
For sharing your love of the theatre, sports, and fitness;
For pressing upon me your trusty old Ambassador car – so I could have an easy ride in to work;
For embracing my family as your own;
For asking me if I truly had any faith in a May-December union;
For leaving your well-established life to follow me to another land;
For being an able provider and protector at all times – even when I thought I didn’t need it;
For your quirky sense of humor, and for teaching me to be light-hearted;
For your generosity to friends and strangers, and your kindness to all;
For being an amazingly loving and competent father to my two children;
For forgiving my impatience and petulance – among a thousand other shortcomings;
For loving me, encouraging me, and believing in me – even when I didn’t in myself;
For being a handyman extraordinaire, and for building everything I could ever conceive of;
For traveling the world with me, and indulging my every interest;
For making every friend of mine your own; and for letting every friend of yours become a friend of mine;
For sharing my love of God, and accompanying me to church and small-groups over the years;
For being a caring person who is sweet and sensitive;
For all these reasons and many more unspoken ones, I raise a glass to you, Sweet Husband;
Here’s a Twenty-One Gun salute to you, on this our Twenty-First Anniversary!
Note on picture below: Dug up from the annals of history in commemoration of the second day of July. Circa early 1993 in New Delhi, India, a self-portrait. Later that summer, we were sharing the same last name.










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