(originally posted in 2008, the sentiment remains)
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Thirty-seven years ago today I stood in the doorway, at my father's arm, of St. Vincent de Paul Catholic Church. Ahead of me, down the aisle, was you...the one. After meeting in college and what seemed like a long engagement we were here, on a chilly November evening, in a church lit only by candlelight, to wed.
When I walked back down that aisle, at the arm of my husband, ahead of me was our future. Our care-free childhood, teenage years behind us as we ran through the rain to our car sloshing through puddles laced with shaving cream. Our future...
Maybe it was the rain, or the fact that we just missed being in a serious car accident, or that our keys were lost and we couldn't get into our apartment, that was a sign that ours would be a difficult journey. (Our paths to this point having been laced with many challenges.) We have been to the depths of pure hell...a place no parent should ever have to visit. And we have found, even to this day, that none of the everyday mishaps of life matter at all after you've lost so much.
We have reached the sky and have known the incredible blessing that our amazing children bring to us. They have been a gift beyond measure and I am so glad that you and I have shared such joy together.
We took a vow that day, before God and our families and friends, to always turn towards each other whether it be in joy or sadness. Turn towards each other always so that we will never have to be alone. Everyday you remind me of what that vow really means. Through sickness and health. Through good times and bad. For better or worse...we turn towards each other. We are strong and resilient, we are best friends and lovers (don't tell my mom!) and I would not change you and me for the world.
Happy Anniversary Baby...