Tuesday January 15, 2019
Notes on Surrender
Adam raised his glass and I thought, ‘I don’t know this man.’
I do know this man. He’s my husband of thirteen years, but in these moments, in some moments, he’s a stranger.
That’s the weird part. No matter how well you think you know someone, there are still moments when –
“Thank you all for being here. I used to try to imagine what forty would feel like, what it would look like – ”
” – … I am so fortunate to be blessed by a beautiful family,” Adam looked at me, I smiled. “Mimi, you have done it again, this meal is stunning. Thank you.” People clap. Henrietta rubs my back. I felt like I was floating above these sixteen people, gathered in our dining room, at the table I set, finishing the meal that I chose, sipping wine that I bought.