Love story : Dee and Dang

Today, July 29, 2008, the love of my life, Dang, and I married in Thailand. Just a few days before my 31st birthday, my life finds a new level of fulfillment. My cup doth, indeed, runeth over.

The marriage was over without much fanfare, for it was planned that way (there is a ceremony still to be had in the south of Thailand at a later date), but my heart still jumps for joy, because I am bound to this woman.

When you truly love, you long to be bound to the other. It’s not something that can be explained. It’s one of those primal instincts that has to be experienced. Right?

Yes.

All I can say is this: my longing for this woman is primal; it runs to the very core of my being. It’s the marrow of my bone; the spirit of my soul; the breath in my nostrils. Without Dang, there is no Dee.

I’m a happy, complete man. As I revel in my joy, I invite you to celebrate with me.