I know this sounds strange to everyone around me who has been married, but I still find it amazing that I have a wife. Even writing it right now sounds strange. I spent so many years waiting and wishing, trying and failing, wanting to find someone to love.
That she is an amazing woman is less of a surprise. Maybe the reason I was alone was that I was waiting for the right one.
I knew early on that she would be the one. So many times before when I was in love, I felt an underlying insecurity, something deep inside that told me it would end, and that I would be alone again. When I got close to my wife, I never felt that, even once.