I met the woman who would be my wife in 1995. I was three years into my sobriety back then. We started dating in August. We were engaged Cristmas Day… And the rest is history, as they say.
We went through some very difficult times, my wife and I. We both had faults and before things got too dicey, decided to fix our own faults rather than concentrate on the other’s and it’s been golden since. It’s not without pitfalls and work, but now that we have something genuinely worth preserving, we are more likely to look at how to concentrate on our own flaws and fixing them rather than fixing blame on the other.
My wife is the one person for me. She is my best friend. The sun rises and sets on her, in my world, and I’m not afraid to tell her this regularly.
Today we get to celebrate more than just 20 years together (and looking forward to 20 more). Maybe you noticed I’ve been rocking pink water bottles lately:
My wife got the “all clear” just yesterday afternoon.
In closing, I’d like to share the two things I took to heart when offered by friends/mentors that have helped me love my wife more than anything else:
- Sometimes you want to throw ’em like a dart, but you just gotta love ’em. Shortened, “You just gotta love ’em.
- If not for my wife’s faults, she would have picked a better guy.