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August 15, 2017
Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone. Even as the strings of a lute are alone although they quiver with the same music. And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, and the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow. -Khalil Gibran. (read at our wedding, August 15, 1993)
Today is our 24th Wedding anniversary. I have been married to Skee for more than half of my life. We have “outlasted” both my parents marriages..and there are 6 between my mom and dad, and 2 for Skee’s dad. So we “win”? Whatever that means.
“This one” is now 22, which is how old I was when we said “I do”. Mind blown.
We married on a sunday. It was a relatively small wedding, about 100 guests. We got married in my moms backyard in San Jose. My father came as a guest, and my mom, she gave me away. It was sweet, and simple. Our friend Adrian wrote and sang us a song. My sister read the lyrics to “Sunrise,
Sunset”. Skee stomped on a wine glass, and then... Mazol Tov all around. I was officially Mrs.
I met Skee when I had my very first job at Fro Yo, a frozen yogurt place in Saratoga. This was back then frozen Yogurt was a BIG deal. And NOT self-serve. I literally had to disassemble and clean the huge machines to change out flavors. It was a huge process, and more than one time, I would end up having bleach flavored yogurt. I was 16. There were 2 locations, and Skee was a manager. I remember working with him. He was so cute. He had...wait for it...a mullet, and a “mustache” (very 1987). He made a huge impression on me. I remember working with him, and I don’t remember anything or anyone else from that job.
Flash forward to 1990. It is hot summer day and I am laying by my friends pool. Out of the blue I announce “I am going to marry a man named Scott who drives a jeep”. She shrugged and we jumped into the pool.
Skee is the president of the De Anza college ski team. My friend Caryn tells me about this super cool and fun guy and invites me to join them on a ski trip to Tahoe. I go. Skee boards the bus with a pillow and a hangover and slumps into the seat next to me. He looked familiar but did not say one word to me all the way to the mountains.
We board the bus to head back after a long day of skiing and once again, he sits next to me. We chatted for hours. He has the most amazing smile and his eyes! Hazel and green and I was dust. He had me at hello.
When we got off the bus, I asked him what Skee was short for. He told me his name is Scott. Scott Lee. He jumped into a blue CJ7 jeep. Can’t make this shit up.