The beginning...of the beginning.

So, it might not come as a surprise at all to most of the folks that read this that our sense of time is a little stretched. I, for one, certainly didn't ever expect to be married, or in a successful relationship of any kind for that matter. That was, of course, until I met Erin.  

We had been together for eight years and three months before we were married, and every day of that was so much living in the now that we were caught almost unaware when our seventh anniversary crept up over a year prior, like a big marshmallow specter. Certainly welcome, but foreboding nonetheless. We have gone over the moment of our engagement so many times, and now with the wedding a year and more gone behind us like a wild horse over the hill, we have an abundance of joy, fulfillment, and support making a wonderful and magical life. 

Anyone who knows me will attest to the fact that I am, more than most people, dreadfully opposed to the thought of a soulmate. I won't get into it, there's a lot of math involved, but seeing how our life has unfolded and the network of family spreading ever outward, it's hard to know where the notion of soulmate ends and where our own life begins. It could all be one great big thing, and I imagine two people holding hands while crowd surfing, corny as it may sound. This is my home, in watching music and therefore I believe, the perfect analogy. Sometimes we are in the pit, sometimes we are the ones holding up the surfers, sometimes fighting with security. Hell sometimes, even in the band. For the past thirteen months, we have most definitely been surfing. Like in Airheads.