Ten years ago today I married the most wonderful woman I have ever known:
It wasn’t a huge wedding, just immediate family and a Justice of the Peace, and there wasn’t a huge reception, but it was still one of the greatest days of my life. It hasn’t always been smooth sailing and we came close to smashing on the rocks more than once, but we’ve always managed to work it out and we’re still going strong. No small feat in this day and age.
I had hoped to be in a position to take her away to someplace nice, like Hawaii, but I’ve still not figured out that whole how-to-get-moderately-wealthy thing yet and the funds just weren’t there for it. So instead we’ll be celebrating in our apartment this evening. Anne has been busy putting something special together so it’s not like we aren’t splurging a little for the day. It’s kind of appropriate given our humble start, though I’m hoping to be a little less humble for our 20th.
Anne, I am so happy and proud to be your husband. Here’s to many more great years to come.