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"My darling, my darling, my life and my bride."
- Edgar Allan Poe
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How can I begin to explain just how much Rhonda means to me? She's brilliant, creative, determined,
mind-bogglingly patient (obviously!), and above all, absolutely, completely, and thoroughly adored.
To go beyond that, I'd need a poem or a song or a story or an enormous bouquet of flowers--and I've tried
them all, and they still came up short. In the end, I just end up spouting cliches and sounding like
Shakespeare in, I believe, As You Like It: "Wonderful, and wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful,
and then again wonderful, and after that, out of all whooping."
So I'll stick with the basics,
instead.
We met in college: I was a freshman at Haverford, she was a senior at Bryn Mawr but
living on the Haverford campus, and we were both part of a group that got together every Saturday night
to watch the new episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation. (So when we played "Keeper Of the Stars"
at our wedding, we had Gene Roddenberry in mind.) We became friends almost at once, then good friends,
and then... well, twelve years later we were married (they wrote "Finally Married" on the back of my
car), and we're deliriously happy.
She has an M.A. in History and works at the State Museum of
Pennsylvania, overseeing a statewide museums-in-education program. In her off hours, she's an active,
award-winning member of the Daughters of the American Revolution, a powerhouse in the local chapter of
the Embroiderer's Guild of America, and a newly-named Elder at St. James Presbyterian Church.
In
our off hours, we love playing games, we enjoy the occasional adventure together, we play miniature golf
or go bowling, we hang out and "putter" around the house, or we just flop in front of the TV together
for shows like Stargate, The West Wing, Babylon 5, Joan of Arcadia, Good Eats. (She adds figure skating
and PBS, though, while I lean more toward Enterprise and JAG.)
She's also just as big a
fan as I am of the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire. We attended almost annually throughout college (grad
school for her), we gave each other Renaissance-era garb to celebrate our wedding, she cheered me on
when I started working at PRF, and for the last several years, she's joined me there, selling tickets
and working in the wineshop. (Someday we'll get her inside the gates.)
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I do love nothing in the world so well as you.
My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ cost,
Of more
delight than hawks or horses be.
-- Shakespeare
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