Friday, July 17, 2009
10 Years and Counting
I know, I know, I still wonder what she was thinking too. Why would a beautiful, charming, intelligent, driven woman marry down in such a hellacious fashion?

But she did, dear readers, she did.
And for ten whole years, she's been keeping me honest, on my toes, entertained, well-fed (sometimes a little too well-fed), enthralled, ravished, agg
ravated, and everything everything everything everything -- you know? The whole gamut of everything that is being alive and being human and growing and changing, all of that, has been such a joy just by having her at my side, living it with me, guiding me through it, being there for me in the rough patches, celebrating all the wonder in the world.
In that time, we've been to the Bahamas, England, Scotland, Ireland, Wyoming, Utah, Montana and the Great Serpent Mound. We bought a house that was an even bigger fixer upper than we'd ever imagined (and we've made it beautiful using her brains and my brawn). We've both finally received our master's degrees (well, she's about 2 weeks away). And biggest of bigs, we've managed to have a daughter who really is the complete and total center
of our lives. She is a wonderful distallation of both of her parents and half the time I can't say if I love the way she's like me best or the way she's like her mother.
All of that has been miraculous and more fun than I can even begin to express. I can truly say that without my wife, any other life for me is unthinkable. It staggers my imagination to look back at my past to try to even recognize the person I was when we were first dating. It's like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, night and day difference. My wife has grown too, but I don't think as much as me. I think women often have less growing up to do in a marriage than their husbands, and whether or not that is true in general, it is definitely true for us.
For the last ten years, the world has been incredibly kind to me. My marriage to my wife has given me that. Ten years and counting and if the next ten years have as much goodness packed into them as the first ten, I'll take 'em. And the ten after that. And the ten after that. And all the tens after that too.
I love you, Boosties. And I always will.
