Time flies, where did the years go, and other such expressions

Hard to believe–darn near mind-boggling, really–today marks my 15th year of mawwaige. How is that even possible? In my mind I’m still that skinny young guy with 90s hair amazed that I actually found someone despite my quiet, geeky persona. It had to be just a couple of years ago at the most that I found myself surrounded by people chattering in a foreign language, trying to understand that I’m supposed to fold my hands in that certain way and bow to each and every aunt and uncle no matter how many feet shorter than I am. Could it have been 15 years ago that I held my wife and pledged my undying love, faithfulness, and devotion?

Then I look over and see my daughter, concentrating on a game, growing into a young lady with a unique and creative outlook. And I see my son, the elder child, focused on whatever he’s reading, his amused smile on a face nearly level with my own. And I see my wife, already asleep, as beautiful to me as she was when we married. No, even more, because motherhood and marriage have matured her without taking her youth. She still gets asked to show her license!

Yes, it really has been 15 years. And of course those years had some rough spots. There were times when we struggled, with time, with money, even with each other, but our bond held, and it grew stronger even as I grew balder (so much for that 90s hair). And 15 years into our mawwaige, I can only look forward to all the years ahead.

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