And a Happy Friday to all of you fine folks out there. I’m wrapping up 10th anniversary blog week here, thank you for indulging my trip into my little Internet DeLorean (“we don’t have enough road to get to 88!”). I hope you’ve enjoyed reading some of this week’s “classic” posts, and I appreciate some of you who are reading them for the first time reaching out to tell me you’ve enjoyed them.
Next Monday, back to our usual mix of sports, politics, pop culture, and weird things that pop into my brain (this week’s brainstorm: Shouldn’t Aaron Sorkin’s next TV show be about the poor fools in the White House press office on weekends, who have to somehow try to spin the moronic stuff Trump tweets?)
I want to finish “nostalgia week” here by paying tribute to my incredible wife Shelley, by sharing two posts. The first, from May 11, 2012 is the day after I proposed marriage to her, and the second, published May 24, 2013, was written the day before we got married.
I stand by every word, and if possible my feelings for my amazing wife have gotten even stronger.
I hope you all find a love story as the one I’ve found.
The first part of Good News Friday today may only be exciting news to me and my family and friends. But I share, because my readers are my family, too (especially since sometimes you all yell at me).
Nine months ago I received a text message from a good friend. I had just moved back to N.Y. after my recent divorce and career change, and had started going on some blind dates.
“Wanna meet my friend Shelley?” the text read. “She’s smart, funny, pretty and has a great career.”
Of course, I replied. Two weeks later, I went to dinner, walked the NYC High Line, and went bowling with the most amazing, beautiful, sweet, funny, kind-hearted woman in the entire world. Five minutes after the date ended, I was ready for date No. 2.
This is a woman who makes me a better man just by knowing her. A woman who shares my sense of humor, my taste in pop culture, and my general sensibilities about so many things in life that I felt as if this was too good to be true.
A woman who loves me for who I am, supports me in everything I do, and doesn’t at all find it strange that a 36-year-old man screams at the TV as if the players can hear him during Jets and Rangers games.
I knew exactly what to do with a woman like that: Keep her around.
So last Sunday afternoon, under a brilliant New York City sky, I asked this woman of such extraordinary kindness and beauty to marry me.
She said yes.
And so I am engaged, that strange state between boyfriend/girlfriend and husband/wife, a blissful place where everything seems possible in the future.
I am deliriously happy. And deliriously lucky. I don’t know how or why I got so fortunate, but I ain’t questioning it.
When you get a gift like this, you hold on tight and never let go.
I know I usually feature good news going on in the world in this space on Friday, but today’s Good News Friday is highly personal.
It’s about my incredible fiance Shelley, who tomorrow around 7 p.m. will become my wife.
I am the luckiest man in the world; I really am. On August 22, 2011, I met the most amazing woman. We were fixed up by a mutual friend who told me she knew a girl from college who was single, had a successful career, and had an outlook on life that matched mine.
I had just started dipping my toe back into the dating pool, six months after my divorce. I had no idea if I was even ready for a relationship.
Little did I know that a five-hour first date that included walking along the NYC High Line, a couple of bowling games (I was prepared to let her win, but she beat me fair and square), and a nice dinner would lead to all this.
My bride is amazing in so many ways that to list them all here would take a few hours.
She is the kindest, most compassionate person I have ever met. Since our first date she has always tried her hardest to consider my feelings, but I realized early on that I’m not special in that regard; she does that for everyone.
There’s not one person in her life without a story of how Shelley once was kind to them, above and beyond what was called for. I know this because they’ve told me these stories, and they always make me smile.
She’s a beautiful woman, inside and out. Her smile could melt an icecap, and her warm heart just gives and gives and gives.
My bride is smart, she’s insanely fun to be around, and some slightly bad taste in TV shows aside (seriously, how much “Castle” can a person watch? It’s the same plot every episode!), I could not have met a more perfect match.
I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with her, because whether we’re curled up on the couch watching reruns of “The West Wing,” or doing something slightly scary like para-sailing in Mexico, she makes every day so much fun.
I love her so much, and I will pinch myself every day that she has, for some reason, agreed to marry me.
And that’s the good news on this Friday: Tomorrow, one extremely lucky man will get hitched to the greatest woman in the world.