Like most guys, I’m not good at remembering dates. This one won’t be forgotten. Thirty years ago today, November 26, 1983, Helaine and I got married. Best decision ever. I married up!
No one’s perfect. I’ve proven that. But in the last year I’ve truly realized how in love I am… how in love we are.
Love thirty years in is different than love near first sight. We know each other in great detail. I love Helaine for things that take decades to learn and appreciate.
Don’t misunderstand. Those things that originally drew us together are still there. They are now part of a fuller relationship.
We drove cross country five months ago. For parts of six days over 2,800+ miles Helaine and I sat next to each other. I was driving with my closest confidant and best friend. The trip was never boring. She made the time fly by.
We’re in California now, trying our best to establish a new life. It’s an experience I wouldn’t have with anyone else.
Our best years are still ahead. I wrote that in a card she’ll see later today. I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
There are no guarantees in life. Sometimes you strike out. Sometimes you get lucky. I’ve been very lucky for thirty years.