Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Miracles

I've done very few things in my life of which I am truly proud. One of them was choosing Alison Carmona to be my wife. I don't know if it is necessarily the most awe-inspiring love story ever told. It started, after all, outside of an East Nashville bathroom. But to me, our love story is miraculous.

It culminated on Oct. 3 under the stone columns on the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge. Ali and I had a simple criteria for our list of wedding guests. We wanted to be able to look each person in the eyes, say the words, 'I love you,' and absolutely mean it. After my brother-in-law Justin married us, looking out at the semi-circle of loved ones around us was probably the most amazing moment of my life.

I mentioned earlier that our love story is miraculous. To me, it really is. When people hear the word miracle, they want to see water turned into wine, or crippled children start to walk again. The miracle of our story comes from the meandering paths we both took before meeting each other. If we met at any other point in our lives, then we wouldn't have been able to fall in love.

The last few weeks of my life have been life-changing in many ways. I measure where my life is in this moment and I am proud. I'm proud of what lies ahead, and of my partner who I know will be there no matter what.

Monday, October 12, 2009