23 Years of Wedded Bliss

Twenty-three years ago today I married the girl of my dreams. We’ve lived happily ever after since then. The title of this post is a running joke at our house. It’s what my dad would have on his 23rd wedding anniversary. Actually, I’m sure he did say it just like he did every other year.

Terri and I were out for a nice dinner about a week ago. I don’t remember what about our conversation led me to say this, but at one point I told her that “I could have married a hundred other woman and they would have all divorced me by now – with extreme prejudice!”

As I read that now, I realize it might require some explanation. I did not, in fact, have one hundred other women waiting in the wings to marry me. That’s not what I meant at all. What I meant was that if I were to have married one hundred other women, they would have all given up on me.

I believe that. As a matter of fact, I might have very nearly the same failure rate with a thousand others.

I actually think I’m a good husband and a good father, but let’s just say that living with me is a bit of an adventure – the kind of adventure I think a lot of woman are not in the mood for.

Our time together has been wonderful. I look forward to another twenty-three years.