Eleven years

Eleven years ago this morning, I stood in front of a mirror in a hotel, slowly adjusting my collar and making sure my hair was not in disarray. The hotel was a short ride from the Aga Khan Museum, and I hopped in an Uber to get there early. About half an hour after I arrived, a gorgeous white car drove up to where I was, and from it emerged the most beautiful woman I had ever seen: Lise, my wife-to-be, the light of my life. We embraced and laughed — it was all caught on camera — and got ready for the day ahead: the day we were to get married. That was eleven years ago, but it feels like yesterday. It feels like no time has passed because every day, still, I wake up excited to know that I get to spend my life with the person who brightens up my days most, with someone so beautiful that she makes me still discover awe and wonder, with someone who makes me want to strive to be the best person I can be. This weekend, we are away enjoying a few days exploring and relaxing and eating good…

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