Ten years ago today, Kelly and I drove to the beautiful Orange Methodist Church in Chapel Hill, and celebrated the start of a terrific marriage (and now we have an even more terrific little boy to go with it). Prior to that, we’d dated five years, four of which were long distance. Easily navigating through those four years was what told us that we were not only going to make it, but that we were going to make it good.
Little did Kelly know that she would eventually be married to the 12th best Scrabble player in North Carolina, which is kind of like winning the lottery, right? Don’t worry, I can hear you eagerly nodding.
I’m grateful for many things, but perhaps most of all for truly being the lesser half in my marriage—because while I think I’ve done a lot of good things, it doesn’t really hold a candle to what Kelly does each and every day. I think the thing we struggle most with is that we don’t have nearly enough time and energy on any given day, and like most everyone, we constantly have a vision of the things that we’ll seemingly never get to. But the things Kelly does get to are quite extraordinary at times, and it is an honor to call her my wife.
For everyone who attended our wedding ten years ago, or even knew us fifteen years ago when we started this journey, or who have met us at various stops along the way, we love you and salute you. Thanks for making both our lives and our marriage that much more celebration-worthy.
And, of course, a giant heartfelt thank you to my wife for putting up with me this entire time. It must be awfully strange to have a nocturnal creature constantly roaming the house while you’re asleep.