Today, I’d like to tell you about the most important person in the world to me. Her name is Marieta. We were married 23 years ago on this day.
I wonder. How did the time pass so quickly? Where did the years go?
I remember the first time Marieta came to my eyes, that unexpected instant of perfect clarity, that fleeting moment of pure bliss. She was too beautiful, I thought. I had no shot. I didn’t stand a chance.
But the stars do align sometimes. Lightning strikes.
That first date was awkward. The first kiss even more awkward. Still, I wouldn’t change a thing, not even for an instant. Instead, I’d joyously re-live it over and over, again and again, if only I could. If only I had the power.
These past 23 years haven’t been merely extraordinary. They’ve been unimaginable. Were they always easy? No. Were there challenges? Yes. Finding buried treasure usually requires some serious digging, some personal sacrifice. But in the end, it’s worth it.
Remember the places we went? Remember the things we saw and the people we met over the years? Some remain, and some are gone now. Remember the sights, the sounds, the tastes, the smells, and the soft embrace of our hands joined together so many times as we soaked in the rest of the world?
Those memories remain alive.
Not because of me, but because of you.Read More