Reflections upon the year
The amazing Wednesday spent in India at an Ayurvedic resort was coincidentally one year from the day that April and I first kissed. As I ponder the last year, I can only be astounded at how different my life is in such a short time period: after 37 years of missing some elusive connection in my life, I am almost instantly married (not technically, but emotionally). We have hosted an outrageous overnight “fancy dress” vampire party at the illustrious Bachelor’s Ball. We have been to Galas and Entrepreneurs’ Organizations events, artwalks and amazing dinners, travelled to Seattle — twice!, visited my grandparents in Reno, had an incredible engagement at Crystal Cove, enjoyed an engagement luau party, had “honeymoon zero” in The Mexican Riviera, awoke to a massive iguana in our face, travelled the backwaters of India, visited the poorest of Indian villages, and have fallen more deeply in love than I ever thought possible. We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve debated politics, we’ve still yet to have an argument. We’ve moved in together and begun building our home together. I can barely remember the emptiness that occupied much of my 37-years, and I already cannot imagine my life without her in it. All that and much more, in less than one year. It shows that truly, anything is possible.