Thirteen years ago today, my dad walked me down the aisle at the Dallas Arboretum so that I could join my life with Matt's. I am glad that I can still say that, since our wedding, I've still been married longer than widowed. One by one, those little things can no longer be said. For example, Matt died at age 30, and then I could say that I'd been with him half my life. As soon as my next birthday, no longer...
I actually haven't thought much about my wedding anniversary today, this post notwithstanding. It's easier, anyway.
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