I Wouldn't Trade A Day

Early this morning I found myself driving through Columbus. After dropping some people off at the airport I took a little trip down memory lane. About three years ago I went on my first date with my wife in Columbus over year and a half that followed Columbus was one of the central places where our dates actually took place. This morning, before the sun came up, as I slowly drove down memory lane I felt a few different emotions. One was a sense of nostalgia, while another emotion is harder to classify. While I remember, with some fondness, the good times my wife and I had in the old days, the second emotion would probably be best described as a feeling that I wouldn’t trade a single day of the current relationship I have with my wife for one of the best days of our courtship. Even though some days are now filed with a sick baby, or piles of dirty laundry, or other ups and downs, each and every day I spend with my wife is building onto the relationship that started three years ago. Without those early days, including the fun times and the hardships of being more than seven thousand miles apart most of the time, we would not be where we are today. And if it weren’t for the day-ins and day-outs we go through now we wouldn’t reach the depth of relationship that we hope to reach as the months and years pass. Yesterday I heard an older gentleman talking about how his deceased wife and he had spent more than 22,000 days together in marriage (over 62 years). As I was listening to the man’s fond memories of his late wife I couldn’t help but wish that when my wife and I part ways through death the one of us which outlives the other will have the same fondness this old gentleman had for his wife. He exemplified two-becoming-one, through his recounts of his life together with his wife. So even as I spent a little time looking back, at the good times I’ve had with my wife, I can’t help but look forward to the depths our relationship will grow as the months and years pass.