that I stood at the front of an old Episcopal church in Asheville, NC and watched Jenny walk down the aisle in a beautiful white dress.
Today’s the day we got married.
Twenty years ago today.
Now we sleep with a baby between us.
That’s happened before…that we had a baby sleeping between us.
It’s something we are getting used to.
I think it would be smart to stop having babies by the time I’m 90.
That’s not so romantic to talk about on our 20th anniversary.
I look back a lot…I look back like I could figure out a path if my rearview mirror was clean enough.
I look back, and remember, and ponder…and I don’t really come to any understanding that really does much for me.
Most of the time, things are just as fuzzy as when I started my pondering.
One thing that is crystalline pure clear is that I couldn’t imagine a “me” without “them”.
I can’t do it anymore.
I know that I couldn’t imagine a me without her.
I met Jenny at a Christmas party 3 years before we were married.
I’d just moved to Asheville to start a job at a backpacking store. It was part of my master plan, resume-building job adventure…and I’d only worked there a couple of weeks.
Jenny had just moved out with her family from Colorado and was on a first “date” with one of my co-workers at the store.
I thought the top of my head was going to pop off when I bent down to look in the car window to say hello.
Who was this girl? Why was my universe vibrating to a different frequency just because I looked in the window of a friend’s car…and there she was?
I spent the rest of the evening trying to spend time with her…without appearing to steal my friend’s “date”.
Stealthy and shy amore….glances at my future before I understood what a future could be.
Then the party was over, and after a “it was nice to meet you” handshake, we didn’t see each other again ….
for three years.
We’d met once…just that one time, and….I remembered her name was Jenny. I remembered her…but didn’t think I’d ever see her again.
Until…I saw a girl with a black hat and a long black coat walking at the mall with her little sister.
It was HER!!!! HER!!!!
She told me later that I scared her with my staring.
I thought I was being kind of “super-sleuthy” hiding behind a magazine.
Anyway, long story short, I got her number, we dated for a year, got married…then bip, bip, bip, bip….and we’re a family.
That’s the story in a nutshell.
It’s not the complete story, though.
I can’t write the complete story in 500 words. I don’t know how to do that.
I don’t know how to say that she moves me in 500 words.
I don’t know how to say that my universe still vibrates “better” because she’s in my life.
I can’t do that in 500 words.
Or even 513.
Thankyou for our anniversary, Jenny.