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It seems like weddings take on a life of their own. October 27, 1984, was no exception – the day Pam and I got married.

Our special day started warm. Then we had a downpour, and it turned cold. We misspelled the first name of one of the trumpeters in the program. Through a series of missteps, the ceremony started 45 minutes late. I misplaced my overnight suitcase, so my only clothes for the day after the wedding was my tux etc.

At the end of all the festivities, I was tired and relieved but felt 100 percent whole because I knew I was about to begin my life with Pam who, for the last 40 years, has proven to have:

1. A warm heart but cold toes.

2. A sensible mixture of faith and doubt.

3. A healthy montage of vulnerabilities and resiliencies.

4. A silly laugh and caring eyes.

5. A skill for identifying worthwhile authors and remarkable meatloaf recipes.

6. An Intense intuition and predictable disapproval of pretense.

7. A natural affinity with both cats and dogs.

8. An aversion to geographical direction and maps.

9. A preference for three-year-old kids and 83-year-old ladies.

10. A toleration for sticky fingers which smudge and household clutter that grows into an art form.

I’m continually surprised how Pam and I, each with a different form of cerebral palsy, complement each other’s strengths and vulnerabilities in both temperamental orientation and physical capability.

• What is your favorite story about how you’ve grown whole (and not old)?

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