Today marks fourteen years from the day that I became the luckiest man in the world. On that beautiful September day, in front of family and friends, Kelly Swanson became Kelly Swanson Turner. Fourteen years later, she still amazes me with her grace. Recently, after we had each upped the ante on some joke, erupting into fits of laughter, I have to stop.
“You know,” I said, “there’s just not another woman like you.” I mean, I say that once I catch my breath again.
And it’s true. There’s only one Kelly Turner, and today I celebrate fourteen years of love and laughter.