In my high school yearbook (Lawrence High School, Class of 1983) under goals it says “To be the president of something” and “To be married successfully”. So far, i’m one for two. Tom and I left the kids in Tokyo and spent an exquisite week in Amanpulo, an Aman resort on the small island of Palawan in the Philippines to celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary. 20 years is big time. When you strip away the drama of living, the babies, the homework, the finances, the jobs, the jealousy, the homes – all the noise of your everyday life you are lucky if you still find your best friend that you agreed to spend the rest of your life with all those years ago. I haven’t had many opportunities to spend time with Tom in a vacuum. We’ve had a lot going on since we met. But this past week, in one of the most magnificent places in the world, we had just that. Just the two of us, a white sand beach, a turquoise ocean and not much else. We talked, we told stories, we laughed, we held hands. We found out that the core is still intact. We’re still having fun, and he’s still the one.