Happy Fiftieth Anniversary
Saturday, the sixteenth of May, two thousand twenty‑six
Fifty years ago, two became one — and tonight, beneath chandeliers and the soft hush of evening, the family they built gathers to honor a love still unfolding. What follows is a quiet record of that evening: a few glances, a few embraces, the music, the table, and the unmistakable feeling of a story that has only ever moved in one direction.
Quiet portraits of a long marriage.
Brass, strings, and one long song.
A slow turn, a held hand, a room of friends.
Children, grandchildren, and the friends who became both.
Half a century, and the same two hands.
— for B & W
A long evening, kept by hand.
Rooms, light, paper, glass.
Here’s to fifty more.
