God knows I've hidden little about my marriage on here.  The  highs and lows and disasters have been faithfully blogged at length.  Many people think that I am not a devotee of the institution and that is really not the truth.

I married a beautiful woman.  Not because she was beautiful, but because I love her.  Sounds silly doesn't it?  Well, maybe if you knew us better it would make more sense.  I don't know if I need to rehash the story here.  If  it would help I suppose I could link to a couple of earlier posts.  The thing is that we have all heard tales of love at first sight and the matter is just unbelieveable for a lot of people.

We met when we were young, hell, I was still fairly good looking back then.  She was a knockout and didn't even know it.  In hindsight I can see that I loved her all along.  I think it was when she smiled at me.  There was nothing there to make it false.  There was a hesitant honesty in it.  She had her secrets and those would take time and trust to reveal.  Still she had a sort of quiet strength in her that seemed to be almost invincible.

We came close a couple of times back then too.  I'd see her walking home from school and give her a ride and at least I could feel the heat of it.  We even sort of went out once.  Still it was fate that led us both to others and wasted years.  Maybe we had to be sure of it before we started, I don't know.  

It's been thirty years though and I love her today as I did then.  Silly old man I know but, hey.   Like Forrest Gump once said, "I may not be a smart man but, I know what love is."