Twenty-Five Years

And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife. And you may ask yourself, “Well, how did I get here?”

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Today is our 25th anniversary and I don’t know how to articulate my feelings about my wife, Tina. I love her, sure. But it’s more than that. We were destined for each other. We have always known this. How do you describe that feeling?

We met 30 years ago at work. It wasn’t supposed to be. Everyone said it would fail. We didn’t care, we just followed our hearts. We understood that this was bigger than our agendas. It was somehow – divine.

Over the past 30 years we have done some stuff together. Overcome stuff. Celebrated stuff. Raised people. Saw things. Just lived life together.

Always together.

It’s a fairly common concept that marriages are hard work. Only, this one hasn’t been. I mean yes, there have been fights. Obviously. You don’t live with someone 30 years and not argue. But at no point have either of us ever believed we wouldn’t get past whatever it was we were dealing with. Together. Somehow.

And we have.

Somehow.

She’s mine. I’m hers. And we’re just children running hand-in-hand through our time here. Together.

I can’t imagine life without her.