Special Feelings

September 6, 1997, in the late afternoon, I was expecting to get married to my favorite person, wearing a pretty yellow dress.  We were in small town Texas, barely two nickels between us to rub together, and hotly in love.  I stood there in front of God, family, and friends, in slacks, a short sleeved white shirt, and I think, a black bowtie.
Moments later I was knocked over with Jamie's beauty.  To me she walked, with her beautiful white dress. Her flowing red hair was curled and designed into this luscious covering I'd never seen before. Blossoms of baby's breath flowers were adorned in her hair. Her dad was giving her away to me, and I felt the weight of responsibility and love battle it out in my soul.

The moment we got married I felt like I was going through a tunnel of change.  It's as if my soul was going on a joy ride in a Maserati spaceship into some unknown universe.  Her beautiful blue eyes locked with my eyes, and as we exchanged vows, we never lost eye contact.  It was intense and amazing, and we both meant it.  To this day, that's the most hardcore moment I've ever known.

I've only gone through the tunnel twice - once when Jamie and I got married, once the moment Grace was born.  Life changes come like a log chain through the heart, but in a good way.  It's no less intense than a log chain throuh any part of anyone, but it carries the weight of meaning something heavy, serious, and wonderful.

True love and true change in life means so much.  I'm thankful for it, and I'm also thankful about being this far on the other side of it.  It's a bit of a bummer to feel old, but this summer... Jamie and I will celebrate the 20th anniversary of our first date.  We went to see a Pauly Shore movie on our first date, after plenty of flirting at Dairy Queen. 

I may be getting older, but... Wow.  It sure is nice to be able to have some major fanfare about something so long ago.  Romance can still live among us aging folks.