Three

Three years ago, I married Lawyer Guy in the 19th-century chapel at my old high school. It was a hot day, but the old stone kept us cool in our formal clothes, even without air-conditioning. We stood under a chuppah of white lace knit by my best friend, Doctor Lady, in front of a deacon and a rabbi and promised to be always faithful to each other in words spoken by countless other brides and grooms in countless other weddings.

Our home is filled with reminders of that day-- gifts and photos, the framed invitation, and that very same square of white lace folded at the end of our bed. I treasure remembering how happy we both were, how much love we felt (from each other and from all of our guests), how months of planning became one beautiful day.

I didn't know then that three years later we would be facing these challenges or grieving these losses. But I could have predicted that Lawyer Guy and I would find a way to work through them. I could have predicted that--despite our differences and occasional arguments--we would each become the rock for the other, our mutual support and strength and stability.

Three years ago, I made the best decision of my life, and every day I'm rewarded for it.