Happy Anniversary to my wife, Thomasin, and I guess also to me. This one is number 8. We’ve celebrated most of them, as luck would have it, in rehearsals for one show or the other and this year is no different. We’re in technical rehearsals for Unnecessary Farce, and the entire company is having both a blast and a tough slog making this wonderfully silly farce work. The show I mean, not our anniversary.
But celebrating in rehearsals is one thing we are used to. When you consider that we got married on a Sunday, a day after two performances, then went into rehearsals for the next show on Tuesday, it only makes sense for our life in a small theatre. Too often, far too often, Thomasin has to play the preacher’s Artistic Director’s wife as we continue to try and grow and sustain this small theatre, and on many levels that’s a shame. She also works hard trying to sustain me as well. But she does that with the same talent, grace, and humor that she throws at everything in life.
I love you sweetheart and can’t thank you enough for all the wonderful things you bring to my life. Happy Anniversary.
