Thursday, September 01, 2005

 

Reflections on The Wife's birthday

Two dozen years ago, I was a pariah. I was the geeky kid the other kids punish for existing. I was the common enemy that united my little adolescent world.

A dozen years ago I was single, poor, and despondent. I didn’t see a professional future, my relationships were bad jokes, and I didn’t know what I was going to do.

A half-dozen years ago I married a woman who outclasses me in every way. She’s a wonderful wife, and the kind of mother I wish every child could have. We’re lucky enough not to live in the path of a hurricane, or the shadow of a fallen tower. We’re healthy, and our children are healthy and beautiful. I look forward to coming home at the end of the day. Our son starts public preschool next week, and we couldn’t be happier about it. I like my job. I love my family.

Her name isn’t Grace, but it should be.

Happy birthday, honey.



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