If My Marriage Was A Child...... It'd be old enough to vote today.
At this time 18 years ago, I was standing outside a church posing for pictures with my stomach tied up in knots, because in just a few hours I was going to marry the woman I loved more than life itself.
The wedding itself went well, though I don't remember much of it. All of my memories of the ceremony are of Melissa. I couldn't take my eyes off her, not even when my younger brother Micah fainted from locking his knees.
Since then, through ups and downs, tragedies and triumphant joys, Melissa's been there for me when I needed her, and I've done my best to be there for her.
I wouldn't trade a second of that, not the times we were so angry at each other we couldn't talk rationally, not the times our hearts were broken, none of it. The bad parts are more than made up for by the good parts, and the whole package fills me with joy every time I think about it.
Happy Anniversary, Melissa. You're one of the best things that's ever happened to me, and if the first 18 years make me this happy, I can't wait to see what the next 50 look like.
posted by Adam C. Lipscomb at 12:04:00 PM
