Anniversary Reflections

Two years ago today, I married the woman of my dreams and the mother of my Grayson.

Anniversaries are a time to reflect on what has passed, to remember the moments that defined the day.  When I look back, I remember the beautiful weather.  The sun was shining, and the air was warm.  I remember driving to the ceremony in casual clothes, stopping at Jimmy John's for a quick bite of lunch.  I remember seeing my father-in-law's '65 LeMans parked in front of the chapel, waxed and gleaming in light.  I remember seeing my wife walk down the aisle trying her best not to cry.  I remember the smiles on my friends and family.  I don't remember a thing the pastor said to me that day, but I have it written down somewhere, so that's okay.  I remember the drive over the 3rd Ave. bridge into downtown.  I remember dancing with my wife, my sisters, my nephew.  Most of all, I remember the love surrounding me; it was almost tangible that day, especially in the way I looked at my bride, and the way she looked at me.

When I reflect on what has passed in two years, I think about how both Stacy and I have changed jobs.  I think about how our love had grown.  I think about all the furniture we've bought and sold.  (I think about moving a 275 lb. desk!)  I think about friendships that have waxed and waned.  I think about major family transitions: a sister getting married; one niece joining the family and another being born; retirements and graduations.  Most of all, I think about the birth of our son, the miraculous expression of our love and the representation of our ever-growing future together.  He is perfect, and he is joy.  He is the best of me and the best of her.  Every time I look at him, I see our wedding day and the promises made: promises of unconditional love; promise of courage and support in the face of adversity; the promise of forever.

On a day like today, on my anniversary, I love the fact that I get to say "I do" all over again.  I'm a lucky man.