As I began to ponder on this seventh day of OctPoWriMo there was but on thought on my mind: my wife and the journey we have lived together the last (almost) 27 years.
young and ignorant
we set out on our journey
never looking back
At the tender age of 20 we began this trip, having been strangers a mere months before we were wed. It seems like no one expected us to “make it” – but we did. Through the great times and the very lowest of low times, we pulled together; pulling together is the difference between those who “make it” and those whose roads divide. And to this day, of all the things that I could’ve, should’ve, would’ve done differently in my life, making her my wife is the one thing I am most certain I did right.