Oh, ho, oh. What is this tom-foolery, you ask?
Yes, I did celebrate my 49th birthday earlier this month, as we have already established. I am celebrating my 19th wedding anniversary, today.
As far as I’m concerned, this is more worthy of celebration. It certainly has been more challenging, than existing for 49 years.
My wife, Jill, of course, deserves most of the credit. In fact, she probably deserve a medal of honor, of some sort. I also don’t think I’m alone in this. I suspect many of the lesser gender acknowledge the real work is done by their better half.
One of the fascinating discoveries I made early on in my marriage was that I never truly knew my strengths and weaknesses until I looked into the mirror of my wife’s eyes. And yes, something happened when we made it official. Those eyes were more telling. A truer reflection of my good and poor qualities cannot be found outside how my wife reacts to them. The happiness, the pride, the humor. The anger, the disappointment, and yes, sometimes, the embarrassment.
Marriage, seems to me, is a journey all about tilting the scales in one direction. And becoming a better person because of it.
Happy Anniversary Jill Marie DeCastro, with love.
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