Today is our 18th wedding anniversary. I can hear all the gasps now. I know what you’re about to say, “But Dan, you look way too young to have been married for 18 years.” Yeah, well, it’s a gift - good genes. Or maybe it’s just the acne.
We were married January 3rd, 1989. I was 18 years old and on holiday leave from basic training. With our unbridled youthful exuberance we found it imperative to hurriedly tie the knot - making the decision that morning and being married by that evening.
We don’t regret it one bit (or at least I don’t!). Unfortunately my poor wife never got her fancy wedding and to date we still haven’t had a real honeymoon. I was thinking this morning that by our 25th anniversary the baby will be 7 so we could probably safely sneak away for a nice cruise for a few days. The fancy wedding will have to wait a little bit longer.
And yes, I still love my lovely young bride as much today as the day we were married. More so even.