Living together in a trailer on the road, it’s hard to surprise someone with anything. But since steel is the traditional gift for an 11-year anniversary, and Rene isn’t really into jewelry – the modern choice – perhaps I can steal her heart once again with a few heartfelt words.
I recently expressed concern to René about her dancing on the precipice at Black Canyon National Park. OK, she wasn’t dancing. But her scrambling made me nervous nonetheless.
Not because she might fall or be hurt. But because I would be nothing without her. And the thought of losing her is overwhelming when faced with the slightest danger.
René completes me. She is my navigator, financial adviser, nutritionist, best friend and soul mate. Without her this trip would not be possible. And wherever it takes us I know we will triumph, because she is at my side.
So here’s to another eleven years, and another eleven after that, and so on … and so on …
My wedding day was easily the happiest day of my life. Except for each one to come, with my loving wife.