Today is April 7, 2008.
Know what that marks? My second anniversary. That’s right; Shari and I have been married for two years. 730 days. 17,520 hours. Over 1,000,000 minutes!
Actually, it’s a leap year, so it’s 731 days…but that’s not the point…
The point is that I’ve spent two entire years married to the girl I met on a basketball court in the hot, humid, miserable blip on the radar known as Tioga, Louisiana. Four break-ups later, we were married in a chapel just outside of Houston, Texas with only our families and a very small handful of friends in attendance.
I’m not going to get too sappy and sentimental on my blog (it would probably gross Shari out too), but the past two years have been absolutely crazy. Life’s not perfect; not even with the one you love, but I wouldn’t trade what we have for the world (or a 1DS Mark III).
When she left to visit her parents for a week during Spring Break, I had a strange reminder of what life would be like without her. Briefly: it stunk. I was dirtier, lonelier, geekier, and generally a pathetic mess.
1,000,000+ minutes into this thing, I still drive back home with a smile on my face, knowing I’ll be back home with my lady in just a few minutes.
Without my wife, my life would be awful. Happy anniversary, babe. I love you.