Relative Something

The last time I showed this photo, someone exclaimed that I looked like I was 16 years old. Well, I was a whopping 22, and today marks 28 years hence that day that Cyndie and I exchanged vows in the public ceremony we call a wedding. It was 7 years after the day we mark as our dating anniversary. I asked her yesterday what she thinks would have happened if we hadn’t attended the same high school. Maybe none of this would have transpired. I said we would have met anyway.

I am a very lucky guy.

For all our differences and the many difficulties, we are pretty well suited for each other. I owe a great debt of gratitude to the counselor who helped us to work through some of the issues we each were dealing with at a time our relationship was under the most strain. I can truly say we are happier together now than ever before.

On this very same day, 21 years ago, we received a most stupendous gift, with the birth of our second child, Julian Walker Hays.

I am a lucky dad.

We are celebrating separately this year. Elysa is flying to Chicago to be with Julian, and Cyndie and I are up at Wildwood. It is a very happy day. Ain’t love grand?