Fourteen years ago, I was standing in my living room doing an amazing job of fumbling through my wedding vows. I couldn't help it, but the pastor was quoting from Cornithians 13:11 and I started thinking about the movie Hackers.
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.
Needless to say, I'm still acting like a child fourteen years later.
I never expected to be married, much less do so for over a decade. As the people who know me personally, I'm... quirky (strange but not rich enough to be eccentric). I talk a lot but I'm loyal, stubborn but playful, and a whole slew of other things that have put SMWM in a state of either wanting to strangle me or kiss me.
When we first got married, I wanted to renew our vows every ten years. She suggested never. We compromised on a fifty year marriage (hence the thirty-six years to ago). Of course, SMWM is starting the three decade process of subtle threats to get her "never", but I have a while to annoy her.
This year is also when the Master Plan has finally reached its peak. Ten years ago, we decided to move to Iowa, have children, and die (of old age). BAM is doing fantastically and that is probably the best gift we could ever give each other (though I still have to make a gift for her).
I've been very happy for fourteen years.
But I still think about Hackers every time this day comes around.