It was 26 years ago today that Michelle and I were married. We woke up this morning and wished each other a happy anniversary. Then I said, “Remember what you were doing 26 years ago?” “Sleeping,” she replied. Of course. That’s because life was very different 26 years ago. How different?
We had optimism, fledgling credit, a fixer-upper that would teach us many lessons in DIY home repair, hair, physical fitness, a World Championship Reds team, a just-been-to-the-Super Bowl Bengals team, the last days of what seemed like world peace, two Toyota Corollas, my Mom, Michelle’s Mom and Dad, XU spiritwear, a 10 percent Federal interest rate, sledge hammers busting up the Berlin Wall, the first 16-megabit chip, Seinfeld, a Milli Vanilli scandal, Edward Scissorhands, the Twin Towers, and hope for the future.
What we didn’t have was Mallory, Anna, Pudge the World’s Greatest Dog, Club Condron, a masters degree, careers, money, debt, a defibrillator, a history, achievements, mistakes, perpetual war, ISIS, thousands of family photos and videos, a 401k, iPhones, Seinfeld reruns, high-def anything, kids in college, UC spiritwear, scars, aches, experience, knowledge, an understanding that life doesn’t always go as planned, an understanding of what’s really important, a sense of accomplishment, a family, and a lot of love around us.
It’s been a wild ride, Shelly. I love you, and I’m looking forward to the years we have ahead. Happy anniversary!