An Epic anniversary

We don't give cards because our life together is like a card

In early 2014, I was telling a golf friend about my late husband Dan, who had recently died. This woman looked at me and said, “I’m divorced, and I would give anything for eight years like you describe.“

I wish for everyone the joy, laughter, love, passion, and support that Dan and I shared. I wouldn’t be the person that I am today if not for Dan’s presence in my life for those eight years. It seemed timeless . . . until it wasn’t.

So you can understand how remarkable it feels for me to realize that my husband Eric and I, this week, celebrated eight years together and five years married (we got married on the third anniversary of the day we met.)

I have previously referred to Eric’s presence in my life as Life’s Second Chances and I feel so gifted with another eight years of an amazing relationship. Another relationship that perhaps my golf friend would give anything for, if she hasn’t found it yet. She—like everyone—deserves this happiness.

I know I wouldn’t be the person that I am today if not for the last eight years with my Epic Eric. He is an epic man, husband, friend, and partner, and my epic support in good and tough times, and for all time. Here’s to eight more, and eight more and . . .

Perhaps you are wondering why I call him Epic? This is the story. A fairy-tale ending, indeed.

Epic Eric, the app

I told him, “I hope you didn’t get me a card.”

He said, “We don’t really do that, do we?”

I said, “I feel like every day with you is like living a card.”

And we agreed that we don’t need to put into words what we experience with each other every single day.

Eight years ago this week, in the most unlikely of circumstances, we met on hole #11 at Harbour Pointe Golf Course. But it was the multiple holes we played together after that, merging our two groups to become an “illegal” fivesome, that was lifechanging.

Harbour Pointe Golf Course, Hole #11. Image: Pritam Potts

A healthy dose of intervention from a higher power brought it all together, because it needed an act of God for me to consider being interested in anyone else at the time.

And if it were any other person in that scenario I doubt I would be writing about this right now. But it was Eric.

Eight years ago I met a man on a golf course. Little did I know it would be Epic.

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