I was 19 when I first began to wonder if I should marry Lj. We were living together, we did nearly everything together… but I knew I was young. Neither of us had a job. We had no way to even pay for a wedding. And I took the idea of a sacred vow to put someone else before and above myself, forever, very seriously.
I thought about it for months. Lj knew I was thinking about it. We’d looked at rings. I knew what she liked. She waited. I wrestled with what I saw as the most important decision of my life.
In the end, this one thing decided me. When I fantasized about a perfect future for myself, when I let myself dream about the best world I could think of…
Lj was always in it. Always.
I was just a few days into being 20 when I proposed…. on Halloween.
We got married on Groundhog’s Day.
One-quarter century ago.
Smartest decision I ever made.
I love you, Lj. Happy Anniversary.