5000 Days and 5000 Nights

Exactly five thousand days ago today, I woke up at 9am in my parents' house in the little town of Harvard, Massachusetts. I had been sleeping alone for the last time in my own room above the garage of that house in the woods.

I smiled, got out of bed, and took a leisurely bath. At 11am, all dressed in shimmery white brocade, I walked down the aisle of a little white New England church on my dad's arm.

Forty five minutes later, my name had changed. My life had been irrevocably improved. I had become part of two new families, by forging a very little brand new one, and enlarging a bigger, long-standing one. I had given my word that I would never back out of this firm commitment I was making.

All my friends and family surrounded me, supported me, rejoiced with me. We danced, we sang, we looked at baby pictures, we ate, we drank, we were silly, we were serious.

It grew dark on that northern winter afternoon, and the honeymoon called. We bid our goodbyes, extended our thanks, exclaimed at the shaving cream on the rental car, and left.

Five thousand nights ago...what a night. I was finally one with the exceptionally fine, worthy man who waited for me.

Stay tuned for the ten thousand days post coming in the year 2020.