Twenty-five years ago today, my best friend and I decided neither of us were going anywhere, so we tied the proverbial knot. The wedding was quite the gossip-fodder at the time, since Kari wore a red velvet hoop skirt and
had a bridesman, her cousin (coincidentally, also named Jason A., with a dad named Frank like mine. Things get confusing), and I had a groomswoman. No idea where the old-fashioned analog pics are, still in a box somewhere, but I’ll post ’em someday.
We didn’t want a traditional wedding, so we had it outdoors in a field. Friends and family collected wildflowers. We had a friend ordained and wrote our own vows. The whole theme was “Today I marry my friend,” and through all the ups and downs over the years, Kari is still by far my best friend. The best traveling companion I could ask for. The one I can go to with all my worries and woes, all my weird schemes and plans, and all the cool things I can’t wait to show someone.
I hope all of you either have or will find someone who completes you, fills in all your nooks and crannies, as well as my beautiful bride does for me.
Love you, Kari. Here’s looking forward to the next twenty-five years of new things and old things.