One year ago today, I tricked the woman of my dreams into marrying me. Still not sure how it happened. As I've told my students, I only had one pickup line: "Hi, I'm a Latin teacher." Fortunately for me, it worked exactly once.
People say that no matter how prepared you think you are, "being married is competely different." I disagree, in a good way. I'd like to think that's because, to paraphrase one of my favorite movies, we chose wisely.
Here's to another fifty years (according to the average lifespan of an American born in 1983).
Also, she made me promise I wouldn't write anything about our anniversary. I'm bad at listening to directions. Good thing she's so forgiving.