I keep looking at my blossoming wife expecting to be surprised or nervous or something, but I’m not. It seems like absolutely the right thing. I take this as a good sign.
We're 38 and 39.
We met when we were both 17.
We talked a lot.
For 20 years.
Then we saw each other.
In two years we dated, said, YAIS LET'S DO THIS, moved to another state to move in together, got hitched, bought a house, took a bar exam, and then peed on a stick.
This is all the shit that happens next.
In Tampa.