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just learning to drive (happy anniversary)



sixteen years.  if a child had been born that day, he'd be driving now, exploring the world from behind a steering wheel, beginning new adventures.

thank God that didn't happen.

still, something was born that day when we got all dressed up in the most expensive clothes we've ever dared to wear, and stood up in front of a great crowd of our family and friends and made some pretty intense promises to one another.  it wasn't our love, no.  that was born long before that day, and continues to be reborn in these days, without crowds or expensive clothes.  but something else was born that day, as we exchanged vows, rings, and knowing glances.  a marriage was born.  it was signed, sealed and delivered, like any new birth, and we lifted our glasses and we sang songs and we shed more than a few tears of joy.  it was a beautiful birth.

and today that marriage turns sweet sixteen.  still just a teenager, still just figuring this thing out, in so many ways.  just learning to drive, and to explore the world in new and exciting ways, beginning new adventures.  like anyone else, we are a work in progress.  we are growing and learning and discovering and driving forward, wherever the road leads us.  what a journey!  what a love!  what a sixteen years its been!  what an exciting adventure lies before us!

happy anniversary, baby.  i adore you more now than i did that day in our fancy clothes, if that's even possible.  and i love this journey with you.  let's keep growing!

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