Five years ago ...

I was standing in a sweltering trailer (someone had kicked the air conditioning vent closed) scared out of my wits, standing in front of a bunch of relatives, wondering what the hell I was doing.

What did I really know about the woman I was about to marry? I mean, sure, we had lived together for about two years, but so what? People got divorced after living together. What chance did we really have?

Then she stepped into the room, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And for some reason, she was willing to get up in front of a bunch of my relatives and say that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me.

We didn't know then that the rest of her life was only a little over two years. But that wouldn't have mattered.

Because when I saw her that day, I was certain I was doing the right thing, and five years later, I'm still certain it was.

I love you still, sweetie.