30 Years

Thirty years ago, on another warm, sunny Valentine's Day, family and friends gathered in Raleigh, NC to watch two highschool sweethearts get married and drive out into their life together. I only remember snatches of that day - mostly because I was so nervous. If I had it to do over, I would slow down the vows, and try harder to imprint on my faulty memory the moment I looked into her eyes and said I would indeed take her to be mine, and give her myself, as well.

Looking back at the photos, I certainly can understand why I was initially drawn to Dearest. And she has been a sensitive, warm, affectionate, smart, fascinating friend, companion, and lover to me through these last thirty years. I haven't got a single thing to complain about - and I have a great deal to rejoice over. And, to me, she still looks the same, combined with the beautiful way she looks now.

Frankly, my life sometimes seems like a fantasy, like I was living in some fairy tale place, sharing these days and years with her and with our children. I know it hasn't all been easy, and there have been patches that were difficult. We're certainly not perfect. But as the years have passed I feel that the imperfections are part of the charm, the grace, of our connection. I find myself smiling inside and out about all sorts of things.

She continues to tickle me, inspire me, tease me, and excite me. I've had my wish - to be married to the girl of my dreams.

Happy Anniversary, Dearest. I'm looking forward to the next 30 years.