Yesterday Bookman and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary. Has it been 20 years already? It seems like we just got married not that long ago. We’ve been married for just shy of half my life and I’ve known him for over half. I am both amazed and comforted by that.

So we spent the day celebrating. We have never been ones for doing anything fancy and this was no different. We went out to breakfast at our favorite vegan cafe. I had a “super green tofu earth,” which means hash brown potatoes, onions, tofu, broccoli, and soy cheese with a slice of toast that had tahini on it. Bookman had a super red tofu earth, which is the same but has salsa instead of broccoli. And coffee. More coffee than I should have had, but it was a special ocassion. We puttered around the house a bit. We read and relaxed. We went to a bookstore. Bookman found a biography of Bram Stoker by Barbara Belford. He somehow ferreted out a 1981 printing of Virginia Woolf’s Between the Acts from Hogarth Press that has a cover using the original design created by Vanessa Bell. I found a NYRB Classic copy of The Invention of Morel by Adolfo Bioy Casares. And we both agreed that we needed a copy of Jose Saramago’s The Notebook. And that was our celebration. Oh, we slept on our new mattress from Ikea. Our old mattress was over 20 years old (we lived together before getting married) and we figured it was about time for a new one. We got a latex mattress from Ikea and some new bedding to go with it. Oh, it is heavenly!

It only seems appropriate that I mention a little book, essay really, by Ann Patchett called What Now? Richard from Marks in the Margin was flabbergasted when I mentioned to him that I had never read Patchett. He suggested I read What Now? given my recent library school graduation so I borrowed it from the library. The essay is derived from a graduation speech Patchett gave at Sarah Lawrence college a number of years ago. And while it may have been intended for new, young graduates, it is an essay that is a good reminder for anyone really.

She talks about how when she was graduating from high school everyone would ask her “what now?” and it infuriated her. She went off to college thinking no one would ever ask her that question again because how do you answer it when you don’t know? She wanted to be a novelist, wasn’t that good enough? But as college graduation drew near people began asking her again, what now? And here she is all these years later and people still ask, what now? But she has come to terms with the question and her uncertainty because when you stop asking what now? you stop growing as a person. Not knowing the answer is not a bad thing. “Even if you have it all together you can’t know where you’re going to end up,” she writes. And even if you have a plan, just because things don’t go like you wanted or expected them to, just because you end up at point D instead of point B, doesn’t necessarily mean that things have gone all wrong. Sometimes what seems like the wrong place turns out to be the right one after all.

I moved to Minnesota because I was going to get a Ph.D. from the University of Minnesota. I never even took a class there but moving to Minnesota turned out to be better than we ever imagined. I never guessed that I was good at computers but when my boss at the time asked me to take charge of the office’s technology I discovered a whole new interest and talent and learned a lot not just about computers but myself too. And library school? Until about five years ago the thought had never entered my mind. But I had come to a place in life where I asked, what now? And now I am asking it again and I have no idea what the answer will be.

Twenty-two years ago when I met my Bookman I had no idea that I would marry him. I wasn’t interested in getting married. He was a nice guy, kind of goofy, and we went out on a date and it was fun. Then we went out on another date and another. And pretty soon a month had gone by, longer than I had ever dated anyone before, and I thought, what now? I decided I liked him and we’d keep dating and just see what happened and before I knew it six months had gone by and April arrived and it was close to my birthday and Bookman picked me up after class on a Thursday night (I was in grad school) and when we got to his car he gave me a ring and asked if I would marry him someday. I was so surprised by the ring that my hearing went wonky and I thought he had asked me to marry him on Sunday! From the look on my face he realized I had misheard him and he quickly said, Someday! Someday! Someday happened about a year and a half later, but you know what? I think I would have married him Sunday.