Abby and I are celebrating our eleventh anniversary Monday, October 12, 2015. Except for rhyming with seven and heaven, I can’t think of anything that goes lyrically with eleven. Nor can I ascribe anything significant with being married for eleven years, except to say that we are still just as married today as we were the day we pledged it on that perfect morning in eastern Utah.
We certainly don’t have a perfect marriage, which is probably the way it should be, since perfect marriages are empty fantasies, and our marriage is as real as it gets.
My sister Nicole and Abby’s daughter Chele got ordained online from the Universal Life Church of Modesto, California, just for this occasion. In the years that followed, Abby and I also became ordained, just for fun.
Despite all that make marriage challenging, I know without doubt or hesitation that I belong married to Abby.
Happy anniversary. Thanks for blazing the good marriage trail!
If every man bloomed in marriage as you, there would be far less men populating the local watering holes.
Kudos to you both. You rock it.
Congratulations!
For future reference, my cousins Evan and Kevin also rhyme with eleven. And if English followed any rules whatsoever, then Steven would rhyme with it too.
(I’ll admit that the past few weeks I’ve been waiting on your Facebook posts to tell me you had new blog entries. This time, Facebook never showed your posts in my newsfeed — until *after* I commented on them, having found them on your own page…)
Congratulations to you and Abby! I think you provide a good example of the way a husband should talk about his wife. Your love for her is inspiring. ?