I have been married to Lynette for 13 years as of today. It's a peculiar phenomenon when after we meet people on our journeys that it's difficult to imagine a life without them. But I'm pretty sure I knew Lynette and I were destined to be together the moment I met her, circa 1993. Unfortunately, this was not a shared vision. Lynette's love was earned (one of the two proudest accomplishments in my life).
I don't know when Lynette decided I was good enough to be her man. Maybe she waited until I climbed some mountains and crashed some cars before she risked everything on me. A man shouldn't question the gifts he receives, but rather show the necessary appreciation for them. I can care less how air keeps us alive, I'm just glad it does. I don't know which joke it was I told that convinced Lynette I was a keeper, I'm just glad I told the right one.
Regardless, we did it. We got married in a hot church and have never complained about the heat ever since.