Today marks 10 years since my wife Christy and I first started dating. It’s difficult for me to remember a time before we were together, both because it’s been so long and because my life without her isn’t much worth remembering anyway.
In case you haven’t heard the story, I knew I was going to marry her the second I met her, although it took her a little longer to come around. Think of the movie “Big Fish”, only without all the tall tales and far fewer obstacles.
After dating for 2 years, I asked her to move back here with me in 2004. We got an apartment and settled in together with our cat Winston (who is still alive and well, sitting on my keyboard as I now type this). At the time I was working 2 pretty crappy jobs, but I assured her that one day I’d make it big. Our apartment was subsidized as we had no credit and little money to our names. I decided to start a web consulting firm and also began working for my parents here at the paper.
Two years later we were asked to leave for “no longer meeting the income requirements”. Now mind you, even though we could afford to move out of there doesn’t mean we were high on the hog. Things were still tight but I promised her I’d make it work. We bought a townhouse here in Gananda and two years later we got married. In February of 2011, we welcomed our son Eric to the family.
I’m still no millionaire, but I can now afford to have my wife stay home full time with our son. She’s an amazing mom and an even more amazing person. Heck, she’s put up with me for 10 years. If that doesn’t show strength I don’t know what does.
Many years ago I asked her to believe in me, even more than I sometimes believe in myself. Every day I promise her the world and every day she tells me I can do it. It’s one of the few things that keeps me going. I’m thankful each day that she’s with me and will always make sure she knows it.