It was 1985.
We were driving south in my parents’ Toyota 4×4, following them along the bumpy, rocky dirt roads of Baja toward Gonzaga Bay.
The girl who would become the love of my life was sitting beside me. She’d known me for only about six weeks. Still, she said yes.
Yes to Baja. Yes to the road less traveled. Yes to the unknown
Always a quiet adventurer.
Dust hung in the air. Our windows were down. The Beach Boys played on the stereo as the long road unfolded mile after mile.
We warmed ourselves in the sand and swayed together in our neighbor’s hammock. We snorkeled just offshore and rode the small swells that rolled into the bay most afternoons.
Time felt generous.
Under the moonlight, we walked hand in hand, just the two of us and that beautiful bay.
I knew then what I know today.
She is the woman of my dreams.
I’ve been blessed to live this dream with her every day since.
She’s my loving wife, the mother of our two beautiful and caring daughters, and Grandma to our nine amazing grandchildren.
And always, The Finest Gift.
Some places hold a moment from your life. Others hold a truth you’ll carry forever.
Tomorrow, we’ll celebrate thirty-eight years of marriage.
Through every challenge we’ve faced and every joy we’ve shared, our lives have been joined as one.
The life we’ve built, the family we love, and the road we’re still traveling have become our shared story, woven together and sustained by the grace of God.
This memory came rushing back as I listened to Dennis Doyle sing “Connemara Bay.” He was singing about a place in Ireland, but I was transported to Gonzaga Bay.
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