I met Marci first. She'd been in Cambodia, in the Peace Corps, building dams. In the earliest years of charter schools in America, she invited me to a Cambodian restaurant in Lowell, MA; to discuss something about fundraising.
I wore my best Irish tie: hand-woven linen. Brand new, too. I looked down to see that narrow tie pointing at Marci, as it floated across my Cambodian soup bowl. Final chapter: Good-linen Irish ties dry-clean nicely.
Then Marci met Simone ... and our world shifted on its axis.
We became family. CLOSE family.
August 3 is our wedding anniversary, Seepy and me. My birthday, too. We purposely married on my birthday so I'd never forget our wedding anniversary. She was so wise.