Five years ago today (today being January 16th, 2015) I was getting married. I was twenty-two, overweight, uninspiring, a little lazy, and, according to my wife, I wore “old man clothes.” I didn’t really even have potential back then. I had potential for potential. I took my place on the stage flanked by seven guys who all looked more comfortable in their tuxes than did I, perhaps because they weren’t second-guessing their decision to wear a Superman t-shirt under their tux on their wedding day as was I. The sanctuary of the church was quite full of family, friends, family friends, and friends’ family.
And a few people neither one of us ever remember meeting before.
As much as I would like to think of myself as a suave dude who stays poised under pressure, the truth is that’s the case. My genetic disposition towards copious amounts of perspiration was on overdrive as I stood on the stage. Every in the audience was kind enough to make pleasant faces at the giant, man-shaped hunk of flesh in a tux that was me, but we were all waiting for the same dramatic entry that arrived on the cue of the harp and cello’s transition into the chosen processional.
The doors opened, the audience stood, and my bride entered the room.
She was a vision in that white dress, a visual premonition of all the love, beauty, and goodness she would pour into my life and into our children's lives over the five years that have transpired since and in all the years to come. Petty words like “rapturous,” “divine,” “gorgeous,” and the lot aren’t good enough. I pride myself on my ability to use words effectively, but I can’t think of any that describe her in that moment.
I know God paints each new day its own unique beginning and ending, hues of purple, orange, scarlet, and midnight marking their coming and going. I know the giant Redwoods of the west are like fairy tales come to life. I know that the telescopes and satellites we incessantly fire into the heavens send back glimpses of otherworldly sights that defy our wildest imaginations.
Better than that, I know that every single one of those sights would have hid in shame if they were compared to the vision my wife coming down that aisle to me. Not a day goes by that I don’t marvel at her, but never have I marveled like I did in that moment.
Since then she has been nothing short of a wonder to me and has done wonders for me. She has given birth to three amazing children, followed me through three different jobs in three different cities, and never wavered in her support of and belief in me. Other men may speak of their better halves, but I have the best of them.
I would do anything for her, give anything to her, and take anything on her behalf.
Happy Anniversary, my beauty. I love you.