The walk about which I am writing doesn’t concern the film of that name, though both are love stories. The walk I’m speaking of is about the trip down an isle of a church that my wife and I took ten years ago today. And really I’m writing not just of that walk, but of a journey… about the independent paths we traveled alone to get to that wedding day, and the walk we’ve taken hand in hand ever since.
We both lived in New York at various times in our lives, but never met. I also lived in Vienna and Amsterdam, and for a time my wife lived near Dublin, which is where she was when we first met and became friends. As the song goes, it was a long and winding road that brought her to my door. It’s frightening to consider how very small the odds really were that these two babies pictured here ever met at all, but meet they did.
The friendship that began twelve years ago with an ocean between us (she was in Ireland and I was in Texas) eventually grew into a love… with just a country between us (she in New York and I in Dallas). 10 years ago she agreed to marry me and move to Texas making me the luckiest guy in the world. And then something happened that made me even luckier still.
Our baby girl was born eight years ago. And so the cycle starts again, with a new baby picture and a walk down another unique path for my daughter… until one day she’s united in love and life with someone… someone who right now is simply a baby picture in another family’s album someplace in the world. Did you hear it… the orchestra just started playing “The Circle of Life” in the background. I better go now. [sniff]
–A grateful husband and daddy (in Texas of all places)