Half My Life
I spent the first half of my life in a wandering daze. I made mistake after mistake.
Then I met her.

She is my constant reminder that I am not worthy. She says I am, but I always try to be a better man and live so that I can at least feel like I am nearly worthy of having her in my life.
The mother of my children, my partner. Most importantly, my wife.
Twenty-six years ago today was our first date.
Except for memories we never look back.
That’s it. That’s the post.
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