Day: August 11, 2025

Funny how things add up if you let them. 8+1+5+5 = 19. 8/11, which is today, adds up to 19. The number 19 is central to the legacy of Stephen King. It is a part of the lore that is the lives of myself and the Lady Talis. Today we extend that lore by joining hands in marriage. To call me excited would be to misinterpret the sensation I am feeling. Blessed, loved, in the right space and time, all of these apply fully. I am not so much excited as I am enamored with the idea of what is to come and what is to come from it.

This morning, sitting with my future wife, we were talking about what part we were looking forward to the most and I said I was looking forward to the walk home after. That brief and steady moment would be us captured in time. It represents who we are on this path and represents the journey we are taking together. If I am excited for anything, it is for that walk. It and everything that comes before are moments to be held in time, suspended and cherished as though a life could be lived between the seconds, between each breath, each kiss, each smile, each word.

I have loved, I have been in love. I have never had a true partner and companion before her.

I love her, I love what we have created together. It doesn’t feel like this is a rush to the alter and there is no excitement of having that moment of saying I do, because I say I do everyday of my life. It falls from my eyes in a cascade as I look down upon her while she sleeps. It leaves my lips when I praise what she means and who she is to me. I say it without thinking. There is nothing else to say.

Watching our kids talk about us around a dinner table tonight is a strong reminder of what family means to them as well as what role we’ve played in that. Watching our in law, my brother and her sister do the same raises the level of reflective energy to the next level. Watching my mom say good things brings it all home.

tomorrow I get to marry the woman of my dreams. Tonight we celebrated what it means to us all to be a family and I was brought to tears by the love and the energy and the raw emotion on display. A wedding is a procedural celebration. It is a dance between two people and around them dance several others all balancing their emotions on a knife’s edge as the couple carves promises into the foundational stone of their future. This marriage comes later in life for us and it is the second for each both us. We intend for it to be the last, because this is different. It isn’t built from lust or expectation or some fundamental belief that the other can be molded or will change into a selfish ideal formed in one partners mind. This is built from a spiritual connection that transcends the physical while still being encapsulated within it. This is us living a life in which we strive to see each other’s dreams come true as much as our own. This is a partnership and one that is true to form and constantly evolving and growing.

I am excited to continue spending my life with this woman. The pomp and circumstance of the event is only a moment to further unite our family—a touchstone we can all look back on and see that we have done something wonderful together and for each other.