When I was a kid, I hated trains exactly when my dad and sister were enjoying a Lionel phase. By the time I reversed my position, they were through. But once miniature engines claimed my interest, they never let go. Marrying an addict only fueled my interest. We honeymooned by train. We look for historic railway projects where the real hobbyists practice their art.… Read the rest
Thirteen years ago, I knew by the end of our first date that I would marry you. That certainty rendered me speechless. At the beginning of the evening,
I did not believe in true love
I did not believe in love at first sight
I did not believe in having children
and I did not believe in trusting people you barely knew.
And four hours later, I not only believed all of those things, I embraced them.
I had my standards set so high that I had never actually dated. At all. Because dating was a great way to get hurt.… Read the rest