My wonderful wife and I celebrated 20 years of marriage today.
That wedding day, in a cozy, stone church near our home in Milwaukee, was a beautiful day, a wonderful moment.
But was it the best day of my life?
How do you choose?
Was it that day? Or the day we explored a rain forest quite by accident? Or was it celebrating the 50th anniversary of her parents? Or the 80th birthday of my dad?
Maybe it was the spaghetti and meatballs she made me on Christmas Eve.
Or the too-numerous-to-count mornings we shared coffee overlooking the lake, or reading the newspaper, or just talking to one another.
It's pretty sappy, I know, but I've been blessed with moment after wonderful moment for 20 years.
And, if I don't drive her nuts, I'm certain it will be at least 20 more.
