This morning I came into work and checked a voicemail that I hadn’t noticed before I left yesterday. It was my wife, Adrienne. The interesting thing about an Adrienne voicemail is that it never sounds like a recording. I always forget it is a message and can barely stop myself from saying, “Bye, I love you” at the end of it.
That is what she is like. She is always “real”–even on voicemail.
When people talk to her they open up immediately. I know people have told her things after knowing her for 10 minutes that they haven’t told anyone before. You can trust her and it is obvious. If she doesn’t like you she can’t hide it. She is a terrible liar. If she does like you, and this is almost always the case, you will know it. She can’t hide that either.
5 years later and I am still saying “I love you” to her voicemail.
They aren’t a lot of things in life where I can look back and say, “I am positive I made the perfect decision”. Marrying Adrienne, however, I have no regrets about. That was the perfect decision.