He's 50!

Twenty-seven years, four months, and four days ago, we met.

More than half our lives later, here we are.

We were laughing this morning about how easily it could have all gone awry.

Who decides to get married after a month of knowing each other…and it works out?

Here’s a rare photo of his first time meeting my family.

We had known each other 16 days.

My dad saw us holding hands as we walked down the gravel road in front of their house, turned to my mom and said, “I think this one’s serious.”

It was.

Not a second goes by that I’m not grateful for him.

For the father he is.

For the friend.

For the Coach.

We’ll see where the next 27 years, 4 months, and 4 days takes us.

Happy Birthday, Buds.

As you are mine…