Looking back, looking ahead, and celebrating
I met my wife in May of 1994. She was 19. I was 22. It was ten years ago, but it seems like yesterday. Sometimes I look at her and feel like we've known each other for only a couple of weeks. What a couple of weeks, though.
We each had a lifetime of experiences before we met. Looking back, I can see how my circuitous life led up to meeting her, and how our meeting served as a springboard for my life since. My entire life, from the moment I was born to this moment right now, seems to have involved her in some way.
I love her. I can honestly say that I can't remember a time when I didn't, and I can't imagine a time when I won't. Yesterday was the sixth anniversary of our wedding in 1998, the first day of our seventh year as husband and wife. I eagerly anticipate finding out what the future holds.
