Twenty years ago today, this happened:
We were married outdoors on a sunny 70 degree day the day before Labor Day, 1993. I was 31 years old– looking good in the tuxedo, if I do say so myself (Bond– James Bond). I had been living with Type 1 Diabetes for about 2 1/2 years by then.
Her mother asked her at some point if she really wanted to commit herself to someone who had to live with diabetes their entire life (her grandfather lived with Type 1 too). Her mother was really fantastic, despite what that sounds like.
Maureen: For saying yes to that question… For talking me into moving to the east coast a year later when I really didn’t want to… For letting me quit my job and work hourly as a temp in my mid-thirties (twice)… For enduring stupid jobs and abusive bosses so we could save our house… For taking in (first) my nephew and (second) your niece… For putting up with my shit and for supporting me through the last twenty years:
Thank you. I love you.
That photo was taken about ten minutes before the ceremony. If you’re getting married, don’t buy all that “It’s bad luck to see the bride/groom before the wedding” crap. I’ve lived twenty pretty incredible years with someone special. We knew each other pretty well by the time this photo was taken, long enough to not be afraid of a little superstition.
The secret to finding The One? I tell people to look for the most fun person to be with. If you wake up every morning and ask, “Who is the most fun person to be with today?” and the answer every day is the same person: Congratulations. You’ve found The One.
Here’s to twenty years with my One. Maureen, we make a good team.