Two years ago today, I did one of the smartest things I’ve ever done in my life: I married Ana. You’ve heard the cliché — the one about how good it is when the person you’re in love with is also your best friend? Turns out, in addition to being a cliché, it’s also true.
So that was two years ago today. And one year ago today? We were unavoidably on opposite sides of the globe. Oops. Ana was in Malaysia. I was in Massachusetts. We spoke by Skype. (It was romantic . . . kinda.)
I celebrated by posting this post, reprinting the vows we wrote and spoke a year earlier.
This year, we did better: we’re in the same place! A few days ago, we were in California. Tomorrow, Ana will be in North Carolina, and I in Florida. But for this day, at least, we have managed to converge two crazy summertime schedules.
In a few minutes, we’ll drive over to The Blue Heron, the cozy restaurant where we held our wedding reception exactly two years ago tonight, clinking a glass together an sampling some of the same incredible we shared with our friends on that great night.
It took approximately 50 years to find each other. (Counting both of us, that’s about a century’s worth of searching.) It was worth the wait.
To anyone out there, wondering if the perfect soul mate exists somewhere — I have it on good authority: the answer is, Yes.