Through the Window

               It was a cold January morning in 1983. What I saw through the window stopped me in my tracks. Still does when I think of it. The most beautiful girl that I had ever seen, or ever would see. Being loud, laughing, wearing a white T-shirt with black polka dots, and black jeans. It was as if I had been hit by lightning. Thirty-four years later, the image is as clear as it was that morning. That mental image still makes me hold my breath for a second. I went inside. I tried to talk to her. It wasn’t easy. I dated many girls back then, but this time …… I already knew the stakes were high. I could not screw this up. It would still take me four more years just to ask her out on our first date. That day was the first time I ever saw my wife. Want proof of God’s existence ?? There it is right there. I won’t get religious on you here, but there was something at work far greater than I.
              This morning I woke up on the right side of the dirt once again. I have a pretty good winning streak going in that regard. Today is the 28th anniversary of the day I married that girl. A purpose for life? You bet. For richer or poorer? Done both….. a couple of times over. In sickness and in health? Been there and back….. in spades. Children? Two young men that any man would be proud to call sons. To love someone…. To care for someone over a lifetime. What an honor !! What a responsibility !! I won’t bore you with a long note. I merely want to encourage young married couples to hang in there, if at all possible. Don’t give up, even when the world around you is an ugly place. Always remember that the girl (guy) you fell for, is still there. Right in front of you. Always was. Always will be.