… and at the same time it seems like it’s always been this way.
Yesterday was the ninth anniversary of the day my wonderful wife said “I do” and joined me on a journey called marriage. That day nine years ago started off gray and gloomy and it looked like it would rain on our wedding, but — as you can see in the photo to the left — around about the time we got to doing the ceremony the sun came out and shined like it had something to prove. If I were of a religious or superstitious bent I’d call that an omen.
As it turns out, it was definitely a good metaphor for what was to come. We’ve had our fair share of rough patches along the way. Days where things were so cloudy our future together was very much in doubt. We’ve also had days that were so perfect it was hard to believe they were really happening.
As you can probably tell, our wedding wasn’t big or expensive. It was just her, me, a Justice of the Peace, and our immediate family at a small gazebo in downtown Plymouth, Michigan. All the photos of the event were taken by family members. The most expensive part of the event was the dinner afterward which, due to a an unforeseen closure of the restaurant we had planned on eating at, ended up being at a Lone Star Steakhouse. About the only way it could’ve been any less expensive is if we had held a potluck dinner instead. An extravaganza it was not, but it had all the truly important elements and that’s all that really matters. The rest is just fluff.
At least it was good enough to make a bond that’s lasted nine years so far. Almost a decade. In an age where the divorce rate is 50% getting to this point on the first try is almost a rarity. I’m so very proud of the life we’ve built together and I’m looking forward to many more years to come.