Twenty-five years ago, May 22, 1982. The biggest, scariest commitment of my life, promising to stick with you, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live. We sure got the “for poorer” part out of the way, didn’t we? Living in that little apartment, scrimping, shopping at Goodwill, eating whatever was on special at the grocery store that week. And happy.
Happy in ways I never dreamed of. Seeing your blue eyes every morning when I woke up, and every evening when I came home. Hearing your voice saying all the things I have heard for all those years. Living with you for twenty-five years, and still not sure what the hell you are going to say next.
And we worked our asses off, and we got the kids - those fantastic kids. And it was your idea to try to get them. And look who we got, and what we - you - helped them become.
And now, we got the “for richer” part. And I could buy you that ring, and dazzle you, and make you cry. And every tear you shed was worth more than the diamonds in the ring, because it came from you, and it was for me.
Twenty-five years? That’s just the beginning. What we got, is happily ever after.
That was really beautiful. As I was reading it I was hoping it wasn’t going to end with some sort of twisted punchline like you were writing an ode to your Harley or something.
Thanks for taking the time to honor the love of your life with such a touching message for the rest of us.
You have described the greatest thing, the thing that millions strive and die for. All that sparkle and noise about big-screen TVs and crap like that? That’s just a distraction.
