Well, me I guess. I did. More than twenty eight years ago, I met a woman who stole my heart. Almost immediately. I know most of my friends and family have heard the story of how my wife, TJ, and I met and fell in love so I’m not going to go there again.
I simply want to acknowledge that I couldn’t be happier with my choice of life partner. I’m pretty sure she feels the same way. Our life together isn’t perfect – it never has been nor will it ever be – but we love each other and still consider each other our best friends. Even when we’ve had major relationship problems and separated, our love was never in question – only our ability to figure out how to fit together and align our priorities. We’ve separated more than once but we never stopped loving each other or communicating with each other.
One of the things I’m most proud of with regard to our relationship is our ability to talk with each other. Well, really, my ability to initiate conversations and TJ’s willingness to sit, listen, and discuss. She will avoid confrontation like the plague so I had to learn how to approach discussions – which took probably close to twenty years. But I think we’ve got it down now! We raise our voices in anger or frustration less than a handful of times a year now. Which makes me very happy because we have a child who is sensitive to our moods and emotions. It’s a far cry from how either of his moms grew up.
I wonder where we’ll be twenty eight years from now.Â I also wonder what some of our old friends would say if they knew where we are now. I know some of them never thought we’d make it. But we did. We have made it and we’re so much stronger as a couple than we were back in the beginning. Back, sometime in the middle of the night on January 13th, 1987, when we declared our love and made the decision to join our lives together. And for those of you who are scratching your head thinking, “wait, you’ve always said your anniversary is the 14th!” I have to admit that it was probably sometime after midnight so I just rounded up. I wanted our one month anniversary to fall on Valentine’s Day. When you’re just barely 18, a month anniversary seems pretty special. And when you’re 46, a twenty eight year anniversary feels incredible.