Marty’s photo of the day #1910: I was just five-years-old when Deb and I got married. But when you’re five and you get to marry someone who is eight-years-old, you go for it. She made me the big man in kindergarten—and frankly having a tomboy third grader watching out for me came in handy many times.
But the miracle of it all is that the decision I made at five turned out to be the best decision of my life. Hell, some people go entire lifetimes without making such a good decision. Now that I’m 37-years-old, it’s a bit awkward explaining our 34-year-old son to others. But hey, we live in a country where a bigoted television game show host—with an obvious case of Koro Syndrome—won the backing of a major political party and now has a legitimate chance of becoming the next president of the United States. If that’s believable in America, then the fact that I, as a kindergartner, wooed and married the hottest girl in third grade doesn’t seem far-fetched at all.
Happy 32nd Anniversary to my beautiful—eternally young—wife Deb. I love you!