September 10, 2013--Twenty Five and Counting

It was a day like most in Ohio in the Fall. The morning air was crisp and clean with just a hint of clouds in the sky. It would turn out to be a nearly perfect day with little or no breeze, temperature peaking at 72 degrees and the sun kissing the last of the summer flowers.

It was certainly a great day for a drive, even if it were just for a pizza and some ice cream. Because there was nothing else to do at the time and there is nothing better that a good pizza, the drive was going to be just a bit longer that one would expect. It was down to Cincinnati and LaRosa's. If you are not from the area and have not had LaRosa's, you have no real understanding of why someone would drive that far for a pizza. You would probably also not quite understand why someone would drive several miles out of his way just to buy 15 cans of LaRosa's sauce to jam into his suitcase to bring back to Arizona.

However, the real reason to go to Cincinnati was to get some Graeter's ice cream. At the time, few in Columbus understood the significance of Graeter's ice cream. Since that time it has been on many top 10 listings of ice creams made in the United States and opened several locations in Columbus. What is more important in life than ice cream, especially when you are talking about making it part of a special celebration?

You see, that day that was going to change my life.  I was 34 at the time and was doing OK for myself. I had a good job, a little money in the bank and other than a mortgage, had no debt.  I had good friends, went on nice vacations, had a two seater sports car and just about everything I wanted. But I was still lacking something and on September 10, 1988, that lacking would go away. On that day I married that most beautiful girl in the world. On that day, I finally had everything I really needed.

When we stand in front of the priest, minister, rabbi or justice of the peace and commit to be with the same person for the rest of our lives we really have no idea what we have committed. At that point, it is all about the amazement of the day. In reality, it is work. It is never easy no matter who you are. If you are going to make it work, you have to want to make it happen. Happily, both Julia and I have wanted it no matter how hard or easy it was.

From the outside, we are almost always amazed when we find that someone is going to get a divorce. That is because we are, more often or not, shielded from the difficulties that people go through.  Julia and I have had difficulties just like everybody else but we both realized that we were pretty darn good together despite whatever stumbling block we were facing at that point in time. We never game up because we knew what we had was right.

It is now 25 years later and she is still the most beautiful girl in the world. It doesn't matter that we have a few more pounds to lug around or have a wrinkle or two more than we had in 1988, our feelings have only grown more intense. I love Julia more today than I ever have. 

She knows all of my quirks and imperfections and she still loves me. She puts up with my love of the Browns, Reds and Flyers. I know she doesn't actually hear me when I talk about them, but she makes it look like she does and that's all that really matters. It doesn't bother her (much) when I come home and just plop on the couch or if it takes me a month to change a light bulb because that's what marriage is about.

We know who we are now. It's not 1988 and we think we know what we are doing. We actually know all of the things that drive us nuts about the other and we don't care, because we know what we have it is far more than that. We have each other and that is all we need.

Now if she can just put up with me for another 25.

I love you baby doll.