My Name Was Ricky
"Life As I Know It"
Today, October 4, 2016, Sophia and I are celebrating our 30th wedding anniversary.
It actually brings a tear to my eye, the good ones, when I write that. On a cold, rainy day in 1986, we made a life long commitment to each other. A promise that so far has been 30 years in the making. And, I am very proud to say, going strong.
I'd like to say things have been fantastic for all those 30 years. But, we've had our ups and downs. Times when you think you've had enough and it just can't go on any longer. We both have our warts to bear. I'm definitely "wartier" than her. I've given her many reasons to pull her hair out and scream from the roof tops. I'm from Dutch heritage. And if anyone knows anything about the Dutch, we are very stubborn and think we are always right. As the expression goes "Wooden shoes. Wooden head. Wooden listen." Needless to say, she has been very patient and understanding with me. And for that, I am eternally grateful.
It's actually been a much longer road for us. Believe it or not, we originally met in grade 3 - around 1970. Sophia and her family had recently moved from California to Niagara Falls. Don't ask why. I'm still trying to figure that one out. We went through grade school, elementary school and high school together. Never giving the other a second glance. It wasn't until the summer of 1982 when I woke up and finally noticed her. Some friends and I had gone to a park to play some ball. Coincidently, Sophia and some of her friends had gathered at the same park. We all knew each other from school and I remember saying to myself "Wow. That Sophia Miglioranza really grew up". I later found out that she was dating someone. So I left that stone unturned. But, as fate would have it, I met her again at a bar called "The Library" in the other Niagara Falls (New York) a short while later. We got to chatting and low and behold, she was no longer dating anyone. I made my move ... not that I had any. But I did suck up the courage to ask her out on a date. And darn it all, didn't she she accept. So there it was. Our life together began on our first date in October 1982.
And here we are, 34 years from that first date, 30 years married and I couldn't be prouder of what we've accomplished together. A honeymoon in Cancun (before it was a spring break destination). One apartment and two houses along the way. Two fantastic children of whom we could not be prouder. Several family trips to Florida, Disney World, Universal Orlando and California. And now we are preparing for our fifth trip to Las Vegas to celebrate what we've accomplished together. But our biggest accomplishment (aside from our kids) is, by far, that after 30 years of marriage we are still together. And, I dare say, Love each other as much, if not more, than when we made a promise to each other all those years ago. I can't imagine being with anyone else.
30 years is a long time. And I wonder how did we do it. And I think it comes down to one word ... COMMITMENT. It just seems so easy today to walk away when things get a little difficult in a marriage. Being together all those years. Raising two children. Worrying about careers and finances. Dealing with family issues. It can get tough and it can wear on you. But 30 years ago we made a promise to each other. And it's that promise that we have kept. Sophia is the real deal and we have learned to accept each other warts and all. I love her dearly and am very happy that she has been part of my life for all these years and I look so forward to whatever it is that the future holds for us ... together.
Happy Anniversary Mama!
I Love You!