Twelve years ago today, on a cold January afternoon in Toronto, I married Taryn. It's funny what you remember a dozen years later. I remember all the costs. $53 for a marriage license at City Hall, $53 for the ceremony at Old City Hall and $165 for a couple of rings from a guy in the basement of the Eaton Centre. I also remember watching Melrose Place that night and feeling like we were pretty mature. She was 20 and I was 21.
Twelve years later, I'm happy to say it was fantastic foresight on my part. This easily could have been a disaster, but twelve years later we're still in love, we have two amazing kids, we still dig each other and the spark is still there. She's my best friend and I love her to pieces.
Happy 12th Anniversary, Taryn.
