It was 20 years ago today On September 6, 1985, I was nursing a slight hangover, nervously smoking cigarette after cigarette, watching the U.S. Open doubles championship with my four best friends, and pondering how my life would change after that evening. For that evening 20 years ago, I married the woman who was to become my new best friend.
It was an odd attraction. She, the cynical preacher's kid, sick of church, and I, the wide-eyed new convert, clueless about religion and church politics. We were moving in opposite directions when we met, but somehow things meshed.
Even today, we are like night and day, she and I. The Odd Couple. She is orderly, neat and organized -- and just slightly anal retentive. I am disheveled, disorganized, forgetful. But after 20 years, we've rubbed off on one another in a good way. We've mellowed, picked up one another's good traits, along with a few not-so-good, and smoothed out the rough edges. We've made it through tough times -- Dy reminded me recently of when I first needed glasses in order to get my driver's license renewed, and how we had to borrow the $125 from her parents in order to buy them because we were broke -- but we made it through.
All in all, it's been a wonderful ride. I wouldn't trade the last 20 years for anything in the world.