Eight is Never Enough

Tuesday October 14, 2008 | 11 comments (now closed)

Eight years ago today, on a brilliant blue swatch of Indian Summer, Andi and I were married.

Eight years later, we’re on our second home, raising our two children, caring for our two pups and realizing that we make a might fine dynamic duo ourselves. Having just returned from our annual Columbus Day weekend sojourn in the woods of Maine (where Andi’s Dad and his extended family meet each year for a long weekend of family gathering, apple picking and Playoff Baseball) – we realize that we’ve laid the threads to a pretty grand tapestry. One that we can’t wait to someday take a step back and soak in all its splendor.

In fact, having returned yesterday afternoon, I had to head off to rehearsal and Andi was called to join the chorus in tribute to a beloved church member who had recently passed away and left a legacy of fourteen children. As she listened in to his life story, given dramatic, vibrant and loving voice by his assembled progeny, she was transported to that dream state where you play role reversal. Suddenly she had 12 more children and she had a front row seat to a life filled with love.

I know what you’re thinking – a dozen more kids!?!?! Don’t worry, we’re not going there. In fact, we’re pretty comfortable playing Man-to-Man D but the point is, moments like that allow us to take stock of what is most meaningful in our lives. And for me. And for her. It is our family.

And each other.

So, on this day, I wish my wife a Very Happy 8th Anniversary and all the admiration in the world for weathering an additional 4 years with me by your side. 12 years of fielding “I have this weird cough/feeling/sensation/bump/scratch/tentacle” – What do you think it means?” without any actual medical schooling. Most impressive.

I love you Andi.

(Editor’s Note: Click Below. I only say this because I had to instruct my wife to.)