Twenty-five years ago today, I married the most wonderful woman in the world. The best Mom, the best friend and companion, the best travelling partner, a secure, calm, commonsense counterweight to my craziness and insecurity. I thought I loved her as much as I could twenty-five years ago, but I was wrong. My love for her, my respect, appreciation, and admiration for her as a person and a professional, my amazement at how many lives she’s touched, how many people she’s helped, how much she’s given to the world, has grown every single day.
Very few know my whole story, but it’s not an exaggeration to say that she may well have saved my life with her patience, kindness, tolerance, and support. I don’t know where I’d be without her.
I love you Suzie. There’s nothing I enjoy more than spending time with you. Your intellect and curiosity and sense of humor make every day rich and fun. And after all these years, you’re still as attractive and enticing to me as the day I met you … en fait, pour moi t’es toujours la bombe!
Not a day goes by that I don’t thank the grand randomness of the universe for the blind dumb luck that led us to each other. Not a day goes by that I’m not grateful for having you in my life. You’ve made me a better person, a better man, a better father. You’re the sweetest and the best.
The last twenty-five years were a marvelous, fun adventure. I think our next twenty-five will be even better. Here’s looking forward to celebrating our 50th!
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