A man walks into an apartment, dressed in jeans and a blue and white long-sleeved Oxford shirt, hands on hips and says, in his best Joey Tribbiani voice, “How you doing?”.
His heart was healthy. I had my full vision. Our grandparents were alive. My mom was alive and would walk me down the aisle two years later. His dad was alive; we got married on his birthday.
I think it’s wonderful that when I look back at the past 25 years, I think about people and not things. Of course, I wish they were all still here with us, but I’m sure glad they were there in our beginning.
As for that man and the woman whose apartment he walked into? We’re a little grayer, a little heavier, and a little worn around the edges from life’s most recent events. But we’re still together and we’re still laughing. A LOT.
The word ‘blind’ entered our lives three years ago wrought with so much negativity. Twenty-five years ago today that word also brought us each other. We met on a blind date.
