Fifteen years ago, almost to the hour, I found myself standing alone at the front of the aisle in Trinity Church in Boston looking at a large group of mostly unknown faces. They all sat, quietly facing me.
There were a couple of familiar folks in the group — my folks, some new acquaintances — but the bulk were a mystery. The music swelled, and I looked to the back of church to see a vision in white standing there, wearing a bemused, tharn expression on her face that mirrored the one on mine.
That moment is stuck in my mind. It’s the strongest memory I have of that day.
Fifteen years ago, I married my best friend. We’ve gone from Colorado to Maine, weathered problems, celebrated joys and survived it all holding hands the entire way. She has made my life better, more colorful and more interesting the entire time. I can’t imagine my life without her.
Thank you Hadley.