A Magical Memory
Six years ago, Kristi was feeling sick to her stomach right about now. Regardless, she triumphed on, walked down the aisle (looking amazing, of course), and agreed to be my wife.
Make the jokes you want to about her feeling ill (and little Z didn’t come for quite a few years afterward, so it wasn’t that). I know I do.
Our wedding wasn’t the start of our adventure together. That had come five years earlier as our relationship began under what we’ll refer to as the least optimal conditions. But the wedding was exactly what it needed to be: an affirmation of our love, surrounded by friends and family. There were tears, there was laughter, and most importantly of all, there was (and still is) love.
Our life has changed dramatically from that day. I’ve finished school and changed careers. She’s ended one career, at least temporarily, and we’ve brought a son into the world. And through it all, there have been tears, there has been laughter, and most importantly, there has been love.
I love you, my beloved. Still your huckleberry. 