I read this poem by Barton Sutter, and immediately fell in love with it. (Come to think of it, it was not unlike how I felt when I first met my husband. I just knew it was perfectly right.) But I thought the poem was too weird, offbeat, or even inappropriate for the ceremony. With this preface, I read it to him anyway, as we drove across the Verrazano Bridge on the way to meet our minister. His question was, "Why can't we use it? It's perfect. It's us."
Things like that–that's why he's the best. Nothing gets in his way. He's a poet, an Ironman, a b-baller, a cook, a spiritual advisor, a husband, a son, a brother, a great friend to many, and my best friend.