. . . was the single best day of my
life. I married my dream girl, the
beautiful, adventurous, fiercely intelligent Kathleen Moon, who laughed at
herself so easily and often I was helpless in love. When we were married, there was no internet, there were no cell phones, and you listened to your music on cassette tapes. The Berlin wall still stood, for Pete’s
sake.
We’ve been through a lot in those 25 years. Law school in Washington DC. Business School
in LA. Being charged by both black and momma grizzly bears in Glacier National
Park. The Rodney King riots (about as scary as the bears). An earthquake that
displaced us from our home for three days, destroyed every dish we owned, and
threw our large vacuum tube TV all the way across the room. Fires. Floods. Investment banking and large
law firm jobs, at the same time, in San Francisco. The Internet Bubble bursting.
Extended dual unemployment right after we bought our first San
Francisco-expensive house and had our first child. Nine-Eleven and three middle east wars. Serving as a Bishop. The bankruptcy of the Company I worked for when we first moved
back to Utah. The Great Recession.
Meanwhile, I have watched my wife give birth to three
wonderful children, one by caesarian section even though the epidural didn’t take, and
selflessly leave a job she enjoyed, talking to CEO’s and CFO’s of public
companies regularly, to raise those children with unfathomable patience and
love. Through all of that, she has been absolutely unflappable, the calm in the
eye of every storm; loving, laughing, faithful, believing, and steadfastly moving
forward, step by steady step. The only momentary falter I can recall is when
she uttered her death scream while plunging off a bungy-jump platform high over
Queenstown, New Zealand. She is, quite
simply, the most amazing woman ever. I
love you sweetheart. Happy Anniversary.
