The walk I’m speaking of is the walk down the isle of a church that my wife and I took twelve years ago. And really, I’m writing not just of that walk, but of a journey… about the independent paths my wife and I traveled 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’ve also lived in Vienna, Austria, and Amsterdam, in The Netherlands, and for a time my wife lived near Dublin, Ireland, which is where she was when we first met and became friends. As the song goes, “God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you.” 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 14 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). 12 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 ten 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)