Many years ago today, on a rainy day in New York, I exchanged wedding vows with someone who no longer speaks to me. I thought I’d share this post about a very distinct memory of that day…
The Return of the Modern Philosopher
While I so enjoy time travel, Modern Philosophers, I always avoid taking this blog back to that period in my life when I wore a wedding ring.
It’s a time I’ve locked away in a vault with other memories that I’d rather not have running around loose inside my head.
This blog is supposed to be about life in Maine, and I was only married for about a year while I lived here. This blog is also supposed to be funny, so you might understand why I never set the time machine to take us back to the time when I was a husband.
Now that I think about it, I’m still going to avoid that period of my life because the memory I’m choosing to share happened on the morning of my wedding. The was no ring on my finger, and I was still just someone’s fiance.
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Wow!! This is beautiful and touching
Thank you. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
It’s a different side of you!!! 😉 thanks for sharing
Don’t get too used to that side. It’s usually kept under lock and key… 🙂
I totally understand and im just happy you shared!