Aunt Lily wasn't wrong. It was at times a long,difficult road. But I'm glad it was long and difficult. Because if I hadn't gone through hell to get there, the lesson might not have been such clear. You see kids,right from the moment I met your mom, I knew I have to love this women as much as I can for as long as I can and I can never stoping loving her, not even for a second. I carried that lesson with me through every stupid fight we ever had, every 5:00 A.M. Christmas morning, every sleepy Sunday afternoon, through every speed bump, every pang of jealousy or boredom or uncertainty that came our way, I carried that lesson with me. And I carried it with me when she got sick. Even then,in what can only be called the worst of times, all I can do was thank God, thank every God there is, or ever was, or will be, and whole universe, and anyone else I could possibly thank... that I saw that beautiful girl on that train platform, and that I had the guts to stand up, walk over to her, tap her on the shoulder, open my mouth, and speak.....