We've Come a Long Way, Baby

Mar
wedding photoThat is the way we greeted one another this morning.

This is the anniversary of our first date -- 44 years ago, how can that be? I was an 18 year old, he was soon to be 20. We had spent the day playing frisbee at a group picnic, he invited me to ride back to the dorm on the back of his motorcycle, and offered me the one helmet available. I took it. That evening, he called to ask if I wanted to go to the college hockey game taking place that night. Miss Manners would say don't be available on short notice, the other complications were: my hair was wet and could not be dried to make my natural curls presentable and my roommate was crushing on Tom hard. I told him I'd call him back. After some discussion and ambivalence ...

I said yes.

We took the long way to marriage, didn't marry until 6-plus years later, when he was 26 and I just shy of 25. We had a long-distance relationship and a couple of very definite breakups along the way. But the magnetism of our strong friendship and bond continued to hold us together until Tom proposed in April 1978.

I said yes.

So here we are, in the middle of a new journey, a disease we didn't know existed two years ago now affects our lives every day. Fronto temporal degeneration entered our lives before we knew its name or even its existence.

And I say Yes. Yes to my friend, my partner. Yes to seizing the day and making all the memories possible. Yes to taking more of the responsibilities upon myself. Yes to giving all the daily nudges required to help him live a healthy and happy life for as long as possible.

It's the best three yes-es I ever said.

Here's to that young man who picked up the phone, here's to my guy, my partner, my forever friend.

We've come a long way, Baby.

I say yes.

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