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.