You were a California boy living near the ocean in Encinitas, sand between your toes, a smile that went on for miles but started in your eyes. I was the girl from Massachusetts trying on new states like pairs of shoes.
We met on a job in Phoenix Arizona in November 1993. A week later we flew to Colorado Springs, pulled onto the same team.
A little over a week into the Colorado job, just days before Thanksgiving and only a little over two weeks after we first met, you asked me to marry you and I said yes. That’s all it took.
Our families thought we were crazy, possibly a little drunk, definitely foolish, but they loved us and stood with us.
We didn’t know where we were going, where we were planning to live, or what we wanted to be when we grew up.
25 years ago, on a morning filled with sunshine and promise, we held hands and dove into the sky and into the vast unknown, and held tight.
Happy anniversary to the man who didn’t blink, didn’t swerve, just held my hand and jumped.
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