fifteen years

Fifteen years ago tonight, I sat on a patio - my belly full of good food, and most likely wine - in southern Oregon, under twinkling lights that gave way to stars, my last day as Lisa Wheeler.

We had friends there, sitting at that long table, me in a little sand-colored skirt in an age before blogs and digital cameras, no evidence of that long ago warm summer evening, except for what I hope to remember long after youth leaves me.

I'm okay with that.

I knew he was the one for me, even as a naive bride. I knew he was the one for me, even before I had any idea how right we were for each other.

I'm just thankful I had the sense to say 'I do'.

Sometimes I get it right.

Happy anniversary, Gregor. I love you.