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On Oct. 3, my wife Lisa and I celebrate our 27th Wedding Anniversary.
I met Lisa when I was 17 years old, married her at 21, and became a parent with her at 22. If I have one regret, 27 years later, it’s that I didn’t marry her sooner.
Twenty-seven years of marriage, nine children, two broken-down cars, a bank account that flirts with a zero balance every two weeks, and a breathtaking sense of love and fulfillment. These things aren’t supposed to go together; yet, for us, they do. I’ve been in love with Lisa every moment of my adult life.
So much of our lives has been shaped by the fact that we were married young. Lisa and I, however, knew exactly what we were doing. We were both crystal clear that the primary purpose of marriage is the procreation and education of children, and we wanted to get on with it. And as far as procreation and education are concerned, I’m happy to report that we’ve done plenty of both in the past 27 years.
Happy Anniversary, Lisa!