All of us have a collection of things we celebrate every year. Each year we add and subtract from those things. Last year introduced several new things for me. This week in 2014 was the culmination of a six year process. On the 28th, my almost-wife successfully exited a country on the brink of civil war and equally successfully entered this country. I was there at the airport waiting when her flight arrived and waited dutifully while the plane sat parked on the tarmac waiting for an open gate to appear. We spent that first night with family near the airport. The next day we drove down frozen highways through abandoned cars to arrive in my hometown just in time to get our marriage license before the clerk’s office broke for lunch. My parents fawned over the person set to be their new daughter. Almost precisely 365 days ago to the hour, we were wed in a ceremony that was intended to be really private, but grew into something bigger.
To my wife, I would like to say thank you for being my rock for the last year. Thank you for bringing me daily happiness. Thank you for riding this rock around a fiery ball of gas. We are astronauts. You are everything.