"After changes upon changes, we are more or less the same." -Simon and Garfunkel
I picked up the newspaper. It was the New York Times. I showed it to my fiance. "I hope you're ok with the front page of the paper looking like this every year on our anniversary." It was December 7, 2001. The 60th anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor. We got married a year later.
It's funny how your anniversary is sometimes chosen for you. We decided we wanted to get married in December, when every place would be decorated for Christmas. We wanted a Saturday. The thought was with a lot of people traveling to attend, and staying over for the weekend, the 21st was too close to Christmas. The reception hall we wanted was booked on the 14th. So Pearl Harbor Day it was.
The day that will live in infamy. (My Director STILL doesn't think it's funny when I say that.)
This Friday we celebrate our 10th anniversary. That's a big one. It really does seem just like yesterday. So much has happened since then. To us, to our world. Yet, we remain. Older, different, but pretty much the same.
One night recently, as we were laying in bed, My Director told me that she had shared a story of some of her college "exploits" that day with a few of her students. "How much detail did you give them?" I asked. "I was vague," she said. That college girl is the person I fell in love with. And even though our "exploits" are different now - much tamer, thank you very much - she's still the person I fell in love with. Same smile. Same beauty. Same kindness, generosity, and warmth.
I just have a lot less hair now.
And here, I was trying to set her up with someone else in the year before we got together. Good thing she never has listened to me.
Please celebrate our anniversary with us by reliving some of our fondest memories of the story of us:
How I Met Your Mother.
You're My Best Friend."
For This I am Forever Thankful
Lies, Deception, and the Three-State Tale That Ended With My Marriage Proposal.
Allow Me to (Re)Introduce...