10 Years Ago Today, Key West, Florida, just minutes after our wedding
(Copyright © 2006 by Wil C. Fry. Some rights reserved.)
Ten Years. It only seems like a long time because it’s nearly a fourth of my life, nearly a third of my wife’s life. The longer we’re together, the less it makes sense that I ever lived without her.
In my mind, I envisioned myself sitting down at the keyboard and whipping out another grandiose tribute to her, but in my actual house, two children are fighting and yelling at each other, so my confidence level has dropped a bit as I begin to physically type this entry. Besides, I have written excellent tributes to our marriage in the past — I think the best was two years ago, and to a lesser extent five years ago.
And I’ve written several poems to her that perhaps better express what I feel, including this one from four days before I actually met her in person, and this one from six days after I first met her. My favorite one about her is You Are…, written when I had known her for less than six months, though If You Think from 2014 runs a close second.
Today is only different than those days in that we’re older, slightly further removed from the beginning. We’re closer, despite that there are days we don’t have to — or don’t have the opportunity to — talk to each other. She knows what to expect from me and I know what to expect from her.
Marriage is in many ways little different from joining a team — the longer you’re together, the better it works. I catch what she drops and she cleans what I dirtied. We have each other’s backs and run plays from the same playbook without having to discuss it. If she invents a new play on the fly, we’ve been on the same team long enough that I see it coming and roll with it.
While every day is not an adventure, many of them are. My adventures with my wife have spanned at least four nations so far, and dozens of U.S. states, and we anticipate many more to come, including a planned trip to the Pacific Northwest later this year. While I still occasionally enjoy getting out into the world alone, most times those excursions serve only to remind me how much I enjoy the life we’ve built together and the family we’re raising.
Our team of two added a new recruit nearly six years ago, and another one nearly three years ago. The new additions are still in training, but are becoming more a part of the team every day. Now we share our daily adventures with them, even as we prepare them to someday depart our team and form other teams of their own in the greatest pyramid scheme ever invented.
While I do not look forward to growing old (does anyone?), I recognize it is happening, and I look forward to growing old with my wife. I cannot imagine a better teammate, a better partner, a better wife. Stay tuned for the rest of our lives.