Sunday, February 12, 2012
I am the luckiest man in the world. No, I did not win the Powerball lottery or adopt a button-nosed rich kid. I did not have a million dollars land in my lap, or win employee of the month three years running. What I did was marry the woman I call Wonder. She's the kind of person who loves to experiment in the kitchen and post pictures of her creations online. And guess who gets to sample all these culinary delights? Me. Who would have guessed, in my year of self-imposed exile from dating, when I was in grief recovery, the year after my first wife, Tina, died tragically at age 48, that this kind of treasure would be in my future? I am truly blessed — and life is much sweeter than it might have been. I am loving every minute of being spoiled rotten.