Twenty-one years ago on July 17, Darrell and I were married after knowing each other for four years. We met in college, where so many love stories begin. I’m biased, I know, but I think we have a romantic, beautiful love story. To mark this happy occasion, I’ve tried to put into words what it’s been like being my husband’s bride. You can laugh at my clumsy attempt at rhyming if you’d like. (Just don’t let me see you doing it.)
This love story that we call ours
Could be written in a book.
Joined fates aligned across the stars began
When the seat next to me you took.
You started off as just a friend
Parking Lot H conversations lasting hours;
Who knew then the “perfect angle” line you said
Would lead to wedding flowers?
The seventeenth came bright and sunny
In a summer plagued by flooding rain.
We joined our hearts as man and wife
With a reception party quite insane.
(Not really, but give me some creative license here.)
The early years of just us two
Seem so long past I can hardly remember.
Two became three when Tyler arrived
Emily and Erin, our final family members.
Our family has fond memories
Of the good times that we’ve had
I never dreamed that guy I fell in love with
Would be such an awesome Dad.
You take us all out on the boat
When we go to the lake
It’s fun to see kids fly in the air
With the wild tube rides that they take.
(This stanza was requested by Erin.)
As we promised in our vows, we’ve made it through
In times of sickness and in health.
We may not own worldly treasure
But of laughter and love we’ve much wealth.
You make me a better me
With your generous and loving ways;
With you I can be who I truly am
Throughout each mood and phase.
I’m so glad that in this great big world
I’m the person that you chose.
I mean it when I say you’re my better half
And my love each day for you still grows.
Happy Anniversary, Darrell
Thank you for making these past 25 years amazing!