Today makes 15 years that I've been married to the most wonderful woman in the world! (Or at least, 15 years since we had the formal wedding ceremony ::S::)
Several weeks ago, I saw "Rent" -- it wasn't what I expected, but the description I got (that it was good, and that it would make you both laugh and cry) was very accurate.
One of the songs in it is Seasons of Love, and it's talking about "How do you measure a year?"
As I mark another year of being the luckiest man on the planet 8-), I started thinking about this song, and wondering how a year of life should be measured.
Shall I measure it by the calendar, or the clock? No. I could, but that doesn't seem to meet the criteria. It measures a year of time, but not of life.
Shall I measure it in paychecks, dollars earned or spent? No. I have never been willing to use my bank account as a means to measure anything about myself, and I don't plan to start now. Money's too expensive to be used for that.
I think I'll measure it in the times I've held the one dearest to me in the circle of my arms, in the times we've dried one another's tears, in the times that we've laughed so hard it brought those tears, in the times I've seen her smile light up the room and felt it lighten my heart, in the times we've each stumbled and known that the other one was there to steady us, and in the times we've each told the other (sometimes verbally, sometimes not) that we love them.
::looks back, nods::
Yep -- there've been a few bumps in the road, but overall, it's obviously been a damned good year.
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PS 1991 must be a good year for marriages, Eric and I will celebrate our 15th on July 27th!
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