Life with Delia

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This is a subject too large for this practice in co-self-obsession—um, I mean wedding blog. I doubt you have time enough, dear reader, to read how amazingly wonderfully complex and beautifully puzzling life with Delia can be—on a daily basis. She is a true superstar. She can and does it all: graphic design, web programming, oriental and occidental medicine, spiritual counseling, acting, writing in any form, amazing flower arrangements, cleaning spas and visionary painting. I love that she leaves nothing unfinished and packs every minute with the passionate zeal of a soldier sent out on a life-or-death mission. She demonstrates for the rest of us mere mortals how it is done—even if it means being late for nearly all engagements—which OK because we live in L.A.

I love that Delia stops to smell the roses and every single other flower she passes. Even more, she will tell you the name of the plant, the Chinese herb it produces, and quiz you later.

There is no resisting this beautiful, charming, mercurial force of nature. She has at least two personalities along for the ride. One is greatly serious about a surprising range of subjects and the other whimsically sees the wacky predicament we humans are in. Delia is more loving than the most affectionate pet you ever had. She is wiser than your average guru and twisted enough to get my humor or, at least, be pleasantly offended by it. I never paid much attention to stereotypes of actors but I do know this: the staggering amount of love and attention she requires is the best practice for having children I could ever have.

But all this is just the packaging. Inside, right below the surface, is a glowing being of love and light here to make the world a better place.

We share a love of food, art, nature and South Park. We’re damn good looking and in love. That’s all you really need to know.

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